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“That’s good,” Max says, his voice low and rough, apparently just as affected by the vision of her as I am.

My cock is fully erect at this point, so I give her hands a light squeeze before stepping away. “Try hitting the cue ball so that it travels straight. You want it to go in the same direction as your pool cue. Aim for this part of the ball.” I point to the side of the cue to show her what I’m talking about.

“Okay. Lemme try.” My brow lifts when I hear the slight slur of her words. I eyeball her drink, wondering if the bartender made it stronger than he should have.

Moving to her side, I lean my hip against the table and watch her concentrate, still sliding that damn stick between her fingers slowly. Biting her bottom lip, she slams the tip as hard as she can into the side of the cue ball. It slides off the side and only serves to make the ball spin and roll slightly to the left.

Picking it up, I set it back in front of her. “This time, try to slow it down a bit. You don’t have to hit it as hard as you can. The goal is to give it a solid strike.”

She doesn’t move anything except her head, nodding that she hears me. Lining up her shot, she tries again. She eases up on strength, but the pool cue is shaky and uncontrolled.

Both Vincent and Max give her small pieces of advice to help her adjust, but I can see that she’s getting frustrated that she can’t quite get a handle on it. After she messes up a dozen tries, she jerks up from the table and frowns at it with her hands on her hips. “This is ridiculous. How is it this difficult to whack a ball with a stick?”

Grinning like a loon, Vincent brings her drink with him as he moves to her other side. Snatching it from his hand, she drinks while he studies the table. “You’ll get it. Honestly, once you have the feel, it’ll quickly become second nature. It’s just finding the right position for you that works.”

Mina glares at the pool table, silently drinking until her glass is empty. Finally, she turns to look up at Vincent, whose eyebrows are in his hairline, lips curled into a devious smile. “What?” she asks, taken aback by whatever she’s reading on his face.

“You’re an angry little thing right now. I fucking like it. Just don’t go starting any fights.”

He’s only teasing her, but she looks absolutely affronted. “I wouldneverfight with someone!” Looking up at me, she looks for backup. “I swear, I wouldn’t ever pick a fight with anyone. Am I really acting angry? I’m not angry at all. I’m just frustrated that I’m terrible at pool.”

“Hush, you’re fine,” I reassure her, glaring at Vince. “Can I show you how to do it?”

She looks worried, chewing on that puffy bottom lip I want to suck into my mouth, glancing at Vince like she’s fucked up. “Do you mind? I really want to get it right.”

“Not at all. I’m going to get close, though. Are you okay with that?” I know I was close to her before, but I feel she should know that I’m going to get closer.

Smiling up at me, she blushes and nods her head, giving me permission. So, waving Vince away, I move behind her once again. Leaning down, I press my lips against her ear. “I’m going to move your body. Just relax and let me show you.”

Breathing out a gusty breath, she agrees. “Please, Ethan.”

Placing my hand in the center of her back, between her shoulder blades, I put pressure on her to lean her forward. Her feet immediately widen like I taught her, and I hold back my urge to praise her for listening. Laying against her back, I thread my fingers around hers where they hold the base of the pool cue and then wrap my left hand around hers to rest the stick there. “Keep your fingers loose but controlled. I’m going to do this for you, so you know how it feels.” Because of my size, I’m still able to speak against her head. It gives me the ability to line up the shot with my cheek pressed against hers.

Gripping her right hand a little more firmly, I pull the stick back a few times to make sure my aim is true. Together, our arms snap forward. I smile, reveling in the clack of the tip striking the cue. She jolts slightly from the force, but since I’m practically laying on her, she isn’t able to move far.

I can’t bring myself to move away from her, our breathing and bodies moving together as one. “Did you feel that?”

A tremor runs through her body, and she turns to face me, bringing our lips only an inch apart. “I did… It felt good.”

Normally, I pride myself on the control I have over my body’s reactions, but with her breath fanning over my lips, I can’t hold back.

I only have to move slightly before I’m pressing my lips against hers and kissing her. Her mouth falls open immediately, allowing me access as I slip my tongue alongside hers.

Jesus. My lips are on Mina’s, and nothing has ever felt more right.

Chapter 41

Let’s go

Max

Fuck me.Ethan is making out with Mina while I sit here like a peeping Tom with my mouth hanging open in surprise.

Shooting a quick glance at Vincent to see what he thinks about this, I find I’m not surprised at the way he’s hyper-focused on the two of them. There’s a look of interest and heat written all over him. More importantly, he doesn’t seem bothered that Ethan is kissing her.

I want to keep watching because fuck, it’s hot. I ignore the fact that watching a woman I’m interested in locking lips with someone else is a turn-on, and instead glance around the bar. No one seems to see what’s happening in our little corner of the bar, so I refocus on the pair of them, only to be disappointed when Ethan pulls away.

Mina’s eyes are closed, and it takes her a moment to come back down to earth. When she does, her eyes study Ethan’s expression, then she looks over at Vincent, then me, and they widen almost comically.

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