Page 45 of Make You Mine

“Is that so?” he questions, popping a green eyebrow at me, and a familiar tingling sensation flows all over my body. I must admit, the face paint really does something to me. Maybe I’m more like Harley Quinn than I realize.

The lights are dim around us, and a spotlight shines on the main stage. A gorgeous Grecian goddess walks out, gold jewelry and a mask sparkling in the light. I’d know that beauty anywhere, especially with the tanned Adonis walking out behind her.

It’s Sloan and Wesley, my old boss and her husband. I’ll make sure to find time tonight to catch up with her. It feels like a lifetime ago that she came into my life. I’ll never forget the day Sloan selected me to design her staff uniforms, or the day I stepped inside Masqued and knew I had to work there. It gave me the escape I needed at the time.

We both listen intently to Sloan’s speech as the waitstaff hands out flutes of champagne. Cheers and claps erupt when she finishes up with a toast to the night of debauchery ahead. I clink my glass to his, then throw back the bubbly liquid.

“Where’s Trevor?” I ask, realizing I don’t know what he’s dressed like.

“Not sure, but if I were to guess…I’d say by the bar.”

“With Cass?” I ask, knowing he was always close with my former co-worker and friend from when I worked here.

“I don’t think he and Cass are like that anymore once he found out about your brother and her.”

“Wait…my brother! As in, Micah and Cassie?”

Trent’s cheeks turn red at the realization that he said too much. It would be cute if I weren’t so stunned by his admission.

“Shit… Well, I don’t think it’s a thing anymore. You’ll have to ask him about it, but he had mentioned since she wasn’t Italian, nothing else mattered, but it always seemed like more than the brush-off he and Trevor gave me about it.”

“Wow, I’m honestly shocked. But Cass really would be the perfect fit for my brother.”

Trent smiles softly, understanding exactly what it’s like to have the mafia determine our lives.

“Enough about them. Let’s go dance,” Trent says, taking my hand in his and leading us to the center of the club.

The slow, sensual beat radiates through the speakers as Trent’s body molds to my back on the dance floor. His arms wrap around me as my hips begin to sway.

Shit, I forgot how good of a dancer Trent is. Feels like a lifetime ago we met on a dance floor, decked out in Halloween costumes.

“You feel fucking incredible in my arms, Doll,” he whispers into my ear. “To be like this…out in public, having my girl by my side, it means the world to me.”

My arm reaches up to hook behind his neck, keeping him as close as possible. His large hands roam around my body, and the trail they leave across my skin is like an inferno. I fear I will never get enough of him, not in this lifetime or our next.

“I reserved a room for us,” I say with heavy breaths. This man drives me absolutely wild with need, and I must have him now.

“So soon? We just got here,” he jokes, throwing my wordsback at me. But I can feel his thick cock grind into me just a bit harder with every twist of our bodies.

“Please,” I beg.

“Not yet… I want you a dripping mess for me by the time we get into that room,” he whispers, his tone darkening as his hand moves between my legs. Applying enough pressure that my hips rock against his fingers, I can’t get enough. “Mmm, my girl is such a desperate little thing.”

I moan in response to his teasing words and hands that continue to work me into a frenzy.

His body stays firm against mine as another song passes, never more than mere inches away. As if he can’t bear any distance between us either.

I'm lost in this moment with him. Nothing else matters when we’re like this. He’s a balm to my aching soul… He’s everything I need.

A voice sounds over the speakers, informing the club that tonight’s Halloween burlesque show will begin shortly. This causes the crowd of dancers to disperse, breaking the trance I’ve been in since the minute Trent touched my skin. Trent grabs my hand, raises it to his lips, and then threads our fingers together.

As he leads me away from the dance floor, he turns ever-so-slightly and smiles. His eyes take in my heated body and lust-filled eyes. “Want to grab a drink? I'm thirsty as hell.”

“You’re killing me, Smalls,” I tease as we walk toward the expansive bar area.

“There is nothing small about me, Doll.” He winks, making me laugh.

There’s that cocky bastard I love so much.

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