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I have no response, no words, exceptdon’t stop. It’s hypnotizing, lulling me into a state as his hand moves down, then back up. Each time getting lower and lower.

“Jer?”

“Go with it.” He smiles against my ear before nipping it, pulling the lobe into his mouth and sucking.

“Go—oh, god.” I shudder, and he pulls me tighter to him, his hand dipping deeper as his fingers curl in.“Jeremy.”

“Fuck, you feel good. You’ve been haunting me. It’s all I can think about, my hands replacing yours.”

He slides his hand further, keeping his palm flush against me, minimizing its visibility as he teases me, my breaths coming faster and faster with each stroke, each flick of his fingers.

“I want to be the one. The one to make your heart race, your blood pulse, your flesh burn with fever. I need to feel you come undone, for me, because of me.”

I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, his fingers finding their mark over and over again. I continue to sway awkwardly to the music, trying and failing to pretend Jeremy’s not getting me off in the middle of a crowded dance floor, in front of everyone.

I freeze.

“I…can’t,” I whimper.

“I beg to differ.”

He thrusts deeper and adds his thumb to the mix.“Oh, god, Jer!” I’m three seconds from falling apart, but I can’t.“No. No, no, no.”

I still his hand and pull it free, then push my way through the crowd, Jeremy hot on my heels.

Fuck. I can’t breathe.

It’s too hot, too crowded. I feel caged in, claustrophobic even. I could scoff at the irony of that. Finally breaking free of the crowd, I head for the hallway behind the bar and push through the door reading“staff only.”

“Vivienne?” Jeremy crashes through after me.

I can’t speak.Too…pent-up, too tightly wound. I begin to pace in the small room, my body on fire. I’ve never had an issue with a little exhibitionism, and it’s not like anyone was paying attention to us,anyway. Everyone was lostinthe trance, in their own little orgasmic bubbles. I just…my paceslowsas the feeling of his fingers comes rushing back.

“I couldn’t.”

I shake my head, desperate for clarity. It doesn’t come. Jeremy comes up behind me, his hands capturing my hips again, stilling me further, and kisses my shoulder lightly. Just a soft brush of his lips. It’s a sweet gesture, but I shiver all the same. Why does he affect me so damn much?

“Not with you, not out there. It felt…”Wrong.“I couldn’t.”Damn it, what’s wrong with me?

I feel him smile against my skin as he lifts his head up.“Really? That’swhy you stopped me? I could feel how close you were. I can still feel your heart racing now.” His hands move across my belly, and I snap.

Turning in his arms, my fingers fly to his belt, making quick work of it.“My turn.”

“Whoa, hold up.” I slide a hand inside, and I’m rewarded with a shudder. Oh, god, he feels incredible.“Jesus, Viv.”

I smile as Jeremy’s eyes close as my hand slides against his length, but it’s restricted, annoyingly so. I drop to my knees, ignoring the discomfort the hard floor brings, and remove my hand, running my tongue along the bare skin above his briefs.

His eyes go wide, and his hands fly to my shoulders.“Vivienne,” he groans and squeezes as my fingers pull on his straining fly, my tongue following the path.“God, oh, Jesus. Wait.”

He pulls me to my feet and pins me against the wall, his body pressing so tightly against mine it’s almost painful, then his hands are gripping my face and his lips are on mine, sucking the very breath from my lungs.

I gasp, or moan, in shock, giving him full access, and I can do nothing but take it. And goddamn, do I take it. Every heart-stopping second his lips capture mine, his tongue probes my mouth, teasing, tormenting, taking. Like silken steel that tastes of whiskey and something else sweet. The pressure is forceful, consuming, but his lips are plush, intoxicating, overwhelmingly so. Time stands still, all sound ceasing to exist as he finally takes what he wants, what I never wanted to give. But all too soon, or not soon enough, it’s over, and his lips are pulling back, his breath coming fast and heavy.

“You deserve more than to be on your knees in a dark corner of a club.” He brushes his lips across mine again, scorching them with barely restrained desire.“You’re worth more than that.”

And just like that, he leaves.

Chapter Twenty

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