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“Hey, Cora. I love that red dress,” one of the girls coos back and I can feel the tension in the air.

“We were just wishing the guys a happy New Year and saying thanks for throwing such a killer party,” another offers.

“I’m sure you were,” Cora sneers back as she slides into Ryder’s lap, his arm wrapping around her tightly as he pulls her closer.

“Come here, sweetheart,” Kane’s voice encourages Ayla to step forward. She climbs easily into the chair with him and he leans into her, whispering something only she can hear. Whatever he said seems to relax her instantly.

I remain standing alone, suddenly feeling like I no longer belong. Am I just the girl meant to entertain him for tonight? Could he have picked any one of these girls? My stomach twists and I feel sick.

“Jade,” Fifty’s deep voice says my name and I turn my head to meet his gaze. “Sit with me,” he requests and the ease and tone of his voice seem to make everything else fall away. I give him my hand and he pulls me easily down into his lap. His lips brush my neck, sending a shiver through my entire body.

“Damn, you smell good,” he inhales deeply, his nose buried in my hair. His words bring back the ache as a deep pulse vibrates between my thighs.

“Thanks again for the party, boys. Happy New Year…everyone,” one of the girls offers before the four finally move away from the group.

“Ugh…I thought they’d never leave,” Cora says before immediately bursting into laughter.

Ayla cracks a smile, and I’m not sure why, but I can’t stop my own laughter from spilling in response. I feel Fifty’s large hand grip my waist, holding me steady on his lap. And as I slide back, I feel something hard press into me, causing my breath to catch.

“Is that…” my whisper falls out with a soft breath.

“It’s exactly what you think it is, sweetheart,” his warm breath kisses my neck and a new heat settles deep in my core.

The night seems to race by and couple by couple, our small group seems to disappear. “I’m gonna step outside for a quick smoke. You’re welcome to come with me and get some fresh air if you want,” he offers.

“I think I might actually go use the ladies room. I’ll meet you back here,” I smile in return.

I watch him lift with ease from the couch and disappear out the door before I finally stand and head for the bathroom. As I move through the room, I quickly realize that we’re left surrounded by the die-hard partiers. Looking around, I know it’s probably time for me to leave, but I’m not ready to say goodbye to him yet.

Stepping back out of the restroom, I’m surprised to find that Fifty is already back in our spot and waiting for me. He grins at me from across the room and I feel my skin heat as his eyes rake over me with each step I take. I slip back into the seat beside him, feeling his warmth pull me closer.

“Do you think it’ll be okay if I leave my car here tonight? It’s probably safer for me to get an Uber home,” I whisper into his chest.

“Or…you could just stay the night here,” his thick voice melts my insides like butter and I feel myself nod.

“Okay,” I breathe.

Twelve

Fifty

I’m like a man possessed. As soon as she said“okay,”it’s like a switch flipped inside me. There’s no denying something has been building between us all night, and that one little whisper pushed me right past the edge.

It only took seconds for me to lift her from the couch and pull her down the hallway and into my bedroom. I can still hear the muffled noise from the party, but we’re finally alone. I cover her soft lips, claiming her mouth as mine. My arms wrap around her back and I pull her tight against my chest.

I let my hands explore, running down over her dress until I meet the curve of her round ass. My palms cover her firm mound and I squeeze softly, letting out a heavy groan against her mouth. We break at the sound and her eyes are wide and wild, filled with the excitement pulsing between us.

Her eyes move from mine as she takes in the room. It’s simple and dark. I do live here, but honestly my room is nothing more than a place to sleep…and sometimes fuck.

“Damn, darlin’. You are so fuckin’ sexy,” I practically growl as my eyes fall on her overflowing cleavage.

“You’re just saying that because you’re used to seeing me at the diner in my jeans and t-shirts,” she smiles back and her face flushes a soft pink.

“Nope. Trust me, you’re just as sexy in the jeans and t-shirt. Why do you think I’m in the diner all the time?” I say, letting my eyes run over the dress again. It’s definitely an added bonus tonight.

“And all this time I thought it was the pancakes,” she giggles and it’s a magical sound.

I take a small step back, giving her enough room to get a little more comfortable. I slip out of my cut and fold it, laying it flat on top of my dresser. Her eyes go wide as she catches sight of me slipping out of my holster before setting it down beside my cut.

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