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He doesn’t give me a chance to keep overthinking as he closes the space between our lips again, his tongue meeting mine. His movements aren’t slow, and it shocks me that despite my inexperience, I can follow his pace with ease.

When he squeezes my ass, a whimper escapes the back of my throat. He meets it with a grunt of his own, sending the most delicious thrill down my spine.

“Travis…” My voice slips in between kisses. “I need?—”

“Sorry, boss, I left something in?—”

We pull away seconds before I meet Charlie’s wide-open eyes over Travis’s shoulder. Whatever he was going to say next dies in his throat as he comes to the obvious—and correct—conclusion.

Travis’s hands are still on my ass as he turns his head to look at Charlie, but he says nothing. Neither of us do.

Because Charlie has just caught me making out with our boss in the middle of the bar.

Did I mention my legs are wrapped around his waist and his hands are in a very inappropriate place?

I don’t know what I expected Charlie to do, but it wasn’t to point a finger at us with a huge grin on his face and say, “I fucking knew it.”

Travis and I watch his smirk grow wider, clearly unfazed by having walked in on us.

“You know what? Good for you,” Charlie says with a shrug. “It was about damn time anyway. Just tell me I can wear sneakers to the wedding because dress shoes make my feet hurt, and I plan to dance until you kick me out.”

I’m about to pass out—or away. Likely one after the other.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Travis demands.

My heart flutters as he presses me closer to his body, with no intentions of letting me go despite our current ordeal.

Charlie holds his hands up. “I forgot my keys in the dressing room. I’ll be out of your hair real quick so you can… keep going.”

With a smirk, he darts off toward the back.

Travis sighs, his chest expanding against mine. He’s careful as he helps me down, and once he makes sure I’m okay, he presses a lingering kiss on my forehead.

But he says nothing after that and steps away. Not a “This shouldn’t have happened” or a “We’ll continue this at home.” Yet I still muster a smile because I like Travis a lot, not only as a boss but as a person, too, and I don’t want this… whatever that was to taint our relationship.

“I’m going to head out. I’ll see you at home,” I tell him, my head down as my cheeks grow warm.

I would be lying if I said I didn’t want him to stop me before I left. To suggest we wait until Charlie leaves again so we can continue. But Travis only gives me a stiff nod and says nothing.

I’m fine. This is fine. He’ll be awkward for a bit, and then we’ll be fine.

Another lie.

Chapter Thirty-One

“Did you sleep with him?”

Someone is going to end up six feet under today. His name starts withCharand ends withlie.

“Stop it,” I hiss, glancing over my shoulder to make sure Travis isn’t listening. “Nothing’s going on between us.”

Charlie arches a blond eyebrow. It’s past closing time, so it doesn’t surprise me that he waited until now to interrogate me. “I literally saw you sucking face last night.”

He keeps going, not waiting for an answer because we both know what he saw. “You can’t tell me nothing’s going on between you when his hands were on your ass and your legs were keeping him hostage.Hostage, Allie.”

I let out a deep breath. “I know, but that was all that happened. We aren’t… together.”

He searches my gaze. “You like him, don’t you?”

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