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“Who?”

“Who?” he says, swinging toward me. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Oh right,” I say, my cheeks burning. How could I forget about Suit?

“He threatened me and gave me this as a reminder,” I grumble passing the picture to Beast.

Unfortunately, Cooper appears behind him and plucks the image from his fingertips, examining it before saying, “Who’s the hottie?”

“My sister,” I say, slapping his arm. Hottie? Dick.

“Hm,” he says, handing it back to me. Annoyed, I spin in my seat and wave at the bartender who eyes Cooper like a piece of meat.

“What do you want?” Beast barks and Cooper rests a hand at the nape of my neck.

“Minnie.” His words send a thousand feelings rushing through me. Desire. Need. A warm glow I refuse to analyze before I shove his hand away and stand. I bought myself a few days. That’s it.

For now, I’m going to pretend I’m not screwing over the jerk and dance.

With that, I push into the masses and find the beat before swaying my hips and smoothing my hands down my waist.

It feels good to get lost in the music but even better when Cooper pulls me against his hard, hot body and says, “You wanna dance, baby?”

His husky tone sends a zing straight to my core and I nod, beyond proper speech.

He wraps an arm around my waist and grinds his erection against my ass. My whimper is drowned out by the music, but he doesn’t need sound. My body plays the tune for him gladly.

“C’mere,” he rasps, pulling me around so I’m straddling his thigh.

Tipping my head back, I grind against his leg, while he holds me by the waist.

“Look at me,” he says and when I meet his lidded stare, I go over, biting my lip to stifle my moan.

His nostrils flare and he grabs me up, saying, “Let’s get out of here.”

In a brief moment of sanity, I look over to where Beast was sitting and meet Jordan’s slimy gaze instead.

The last of my delicious haze pops like a balloon and I turn my head but all the way back to the hotel, I’m consumed by his disgusting expression.

How does Jordan fit into all of this?

Later, I’m lying beside Cooper trying to catch my breath after he fucked me like an animal when he rolls over and says, “Let’s get out of here.”

Bewildered, I touch his chin, giggling when he makes like he’s going to bite my fingers. “It’s the middle of the night. Where?” I ask.

“No, I mean. Come away with me,” he says and my heart thumps.

“Away?” I whisper through the frog in my throat. This is what I need to solidify my deal with Suit but more importantly, it’s a step Cooper is taking that I doubt he makes easily.

Fuck this is so messed up.

“Well,” he says, rolling to his back and pulling me into his arms. “I don’t have another stop until Nashville in three days. Let’s go somewhere.”

Smoothing my hand down his glorious pecs, I say quietly, “Like where?”

“Hm, I have a condo in South Beach. You can see the ocean for real.”

When I look into his dark eyes, I smile shyly. I want this so badly I can taste it. And because it may be the last thing I do with him, I say, “Yes.”

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