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“Can I get a hurricane?” A voice I knew extremely well said, and my head shot up to see a grinning Micah on the other side of the bar. He leaned toward me and looked hotter than he had any business looking.

Especially because I still had hours before I was done with work.

I’d missed him so much. I was used to sleeping next to him now, and I wanted that every day. I knew that wasn’t possible during the hockey season, but dirty talking on the phone wasn’t enough, even if it was a video chat most nights. It was going to suck so bad when Ray was here. Yeah, I was excited to see my brother, but I was going to miss waking up with Micah. And going to sleep.

Not that we got much sleep when he was home.

I tamped down a shudder, but apparently, not well enough, if Micah’s smirk was anything to go by.

“You look a little twitchy, Hurricane. Something on your mind?” His voice was low, and it did things to my insides that were not appropriate in my place of employment.

Rolling back my shoulders, I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. “I don’t know what you’re implying, Micahtron.”

“Come here,” he said, crooking his finger at me as heat fired through me. His eyes were dark, and I wanted to drown in them.

I leaned forward until his mouth was against my ear.

“So, if I were to slip my hand between your thighs, you wouldn’t be wet right now?” His voice was barely over a whisper, but it vibrated through my body.

It was by sheer will that my body didn’t combust right then and there, and I was grateful that no one was in the seats near us.

“Holy shit.” I gasped.

“Answer the question, Josie,” he growled low.

I sucked in a breath. “Guess you’re going to have to wait hours before you find out.” It was said with false bravado, but I could tease just as well as he could.

But holy freaking hell, I was still getting used to how filthy he was. And loving every second of it.

Chapter 17

MICAH

Even in the dim light of the bar, her cheeks were pink. She nibbled her lower lip, and I wanted to drag her over the bartop and thrust my tongue down her throat. Fuck. I’d missed her. And who knew that riling her up would turn me on almost as much as actually fucking her?

“Can I at least have one kiss to hold me over?”

Her eyes twinkled. “I mean, I guess.” A tiny smile played on her lips, and I wanted to take her into a back room or something because one kiss was not going to be enough.

“You look like you want to devour me,” she rasped, her eyes flaring with desire.

“It’s your fault for being so damned delectable. Fuck, I wish I could spread you out on this bar and feast on you, but no one else gets to hear you cry out my name except for me. Those sounds you make are for me alone.”

Her lips parted, and I couldn’t stop my smirk. Damn, I loved turning her on.

“Could you just kiss already? You know, before you set my bar on fire.” Simone’s voice cut through the haze as I spotted her out of the corner of my eye, walking behind Josie.

Josie’s cheeks turned a darker shade of pink, and I chuckled.

“Dammit, Micah,” she bit out, but there was no malice in her tone, just a breathy sound that went straight to my hard-as-steel dick.

I cupped her jaw and leaned over the bar, planting my lips on hers, swallowing her soft moan as my tongue swiped against hers. She’d opened for me immediately, just as she always did.

My thumb dragged along her cheek, and she hummed, the vibrations rocking me down to my toes. I would never get enough of kissing this woman.

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