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I expected Jax to be overwhelmed, the way he had seemed in large crowds at the zoo, but the noise invigorated him. He gazed at me with a smile and tugged me toward the elevator. As soon as the last folks left our car on the twelfth floor, Jax pulled out his elevator key card to take us to the top.

"Why did you wait?"

"If I'd swiped it in the lobby, it wouldn't have let the others out of the elevator until after it dropped us off at the top."

I nodded. I'd seen other perks like it. "That's VIP treatment for you."

"I don't want to be important. I want to be kind."

"You're kind. And you're kinda important." I drew him to me for a quick kiss. I loved the tinge of pink across the bridge of his nose.

"You're silly." He kissed me back.

By the time we had both showered, spent time in the jacuzzi easing our aching muscles, and then showered again to get ready for the evening, my stomach was rumbling. Even with meatballs, pasta didn't stick with me for long.

We ordered burgers through room service. They were the fast and easy option, but they were also grilled to perfection and tasted delicious.

After I dressed for the club in the bathroom, I knocked on the bedroom door. "Are you ready for a night on the town?"

"No?"

I rushed into the room, thinking he'd cut himself or sustained another injury. Instead, I found him in a pair of tiny vinyl shorts and a shimmering mesh shirt that did nothing to hide his peaked nipples. He met my gaze in the mirror. "I wish I still had the garter socks. How am I supposed to wear this? I wanted your attention, but this is a little too much."

"You've got my attention," I said, coming up behind him. The shorts were so low on his hips that I touched bare skin at his hipbones. "I think it's hot, but I want you to be comfortable."

"You do?" He pressed his tight ass against my thickening cock.

"Of course. If you'd feel better in a tank top and shorts, wear that."

"What if I want to dance for you in a room full of strangers, knowing you'll protect me if any of them get too close?"

I blinked. If I had a fantasy, that was it. What could I say? Bouncing got boring, and sometimes I would imagine a guy at the club was there for me, danced for me, and kept the other men at a distance. If the grinding got to be too much, this fantasy man would beckon me over and ask me to keep the others away as he gave me a private dance in the middle of the floor.

"Yes," I said, my voice little more than a whisper as I nuzzled his neck with tiny kisses. "I want you to dance for me, knowing I'll be the one taking you home where no one else can touch you."

"We should go, then." He brushed his lips to mine and pulled away. "I can't wait to get you back home."

We rolled the windows down once we were off the highway and enjoyed the warm breeze. The club was already pulsing with a bass beat when we flashed our IDs at the door. On the outside, Everglade Oasis looked like a large pole building, but inside, it was a dancer's wet dream with dance floors in every corner and a giant catwalk overhead. Normally, I would go up top to watch the dancers, but Jax pulled me to the nearest corner beneath a halo of green light.

"Green is my favorite color," he hollered over the music.

I reached for his hips, but he danced away with a shake of his head. "You watch."

Thankfully, our corner of the dance floor wasn't crowded. Most people watched the main stage, where a lip-sync battle was escalating between two performers. So far, one young man with pink hair and a tight leather outfit had thrown a prop umbrella at a guy in an unbuttoned flannel and well-worn pair of jeans. The guy took it as an invitation to pick up the umbrella and use it for his next song.

I was far more interested in the show before me, though. When Jax beckoned me, I followed him further into the corner until I could no longer see the main stage. I only had eyes for him as his body rippled with the music. He reached for the sky, showing off every gorgeous line of his chest and his toned legs. Already, his skin shimmered with sweat.

Our game began a few minutes later, when a handful of young men came down the corner stairs, no longer content to watch Jax from the catwalk above. I made my way to the wall to watch while Jax's gaze followed me. My jeans were far too tight already, and the show had only just begun.

Chapter 13

Jax

As much as I loved to dance, I hated being away from Beau. That was new. I usually didn't care who touched me or where, as long as they asked permission. These guys were a little more handsy than my friends back home, but after I forcefully removed a hand from my thigh with enough pressure to let him know I'd break his wrist if he tried again, they all backed off to a safe distance.

Beau never took his gaze off me. He'd gone from occasionally adjusting his fly to putting both hands in his front pockets to hide his erection. I knew what he was doing, though. I could almost feel his heartbeat pulsing with the music as I danced.

The beat shifted to a slower song, and I beckoned him to come to me, hauling him in for a kiss. He kissed me back, all tongue and teeth and possessive hands on my ass. I swooned as the blood rushed to my cock.

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