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I’m frozen in place, watching the whole scene unfold. Has he slept with either of them? Both? Are they planning on sneaking to the back for a quick threesome?

My ribs squeeze tight at the thought. As if Holden heard my thoughts, he spins around and comes straight for me. His gaze burns me on the spot, and my heartbeat quickens. When he’s only a short distance away, I finally snap out of my stupor and scramble in the opposite direction.

A few seconds later, a hand wraps around my wrist. We’re at one of the balconies that has a view of the crowded dance floor below, and Holden tugs me until I land roughly with my back against his hard chest.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Chapter 13

Olivia

I’m floating in darkness, not a light in sight.

“Holden, let me go.” I wriggle in his hold, but he only tightens his arms around my midsection.

“Not happening. You said I owe you a dance, so let’s dance,babe.”

And then he sways against me.

Good God, does hesway. His hips press into my ass, rocking left and right, hypnotizing my body one swing at a time.

Someone as large as Holden shouldn’t be able to move like this, yet here we are.

An unmistakable tingle buzzes between my legs.

Bad body.

Damn it. I need to get out of here.

Remember, it’s for Nisha and the press. Just a dance or two. No biggie. And then you can go home and hide from Holden and the rest of the world.

I repeat the words over and over, willing my body to relax against Holden as much as I’m capable of. The sooner we finish this show, the better for my sanity.

With my eyes closed, I let the beat pulse through me. Guide me. Swinging my hips. Lifting my hands in the air and threading them around Holden’s neck. Sinking into his body and letting the hard planes of his muscles enfold me.

His breath is hot on my neck, tickling my already oversensitive skin. When his grip loosens, and his large hand flexes on my stomach, I have to bite my lip from groaning.

How long has it been since I’ve had sex? Apparently, way too long if I react like this to one tiny movement.

Maybe it’s because it’s him touching you.

I ignore the thought, yet I cannot ignore how my body is growing more feverish by the second, or how my breath is quickening.

I also can’t deny the sudden flush of warmth that spreads from my lower stomach to my now throbbing clit. Or how heavy my breasts feel. I want him to move his hand lower and touch me, to relieve me of this sudden all-consuming need.

That would undoubtedly show every other woman he’s unavailable because he’s already mine.

Spurred on by that thought, I arch my back and grind my ass against Holden. My movements sputter when I feel him hard behind me.

Of course he’s hard. You’re rubbing yourself all over him like a cat in heat, and he’s only a man. He can’t help himself.

I swallow the momentary disappointment that it’s not because he wants me.

You’re ridiculous.

The champagne clearly went to my head more than I thought. This thing with Holden is as fake as it was six years ago,and this is only for show. To save my career. He’s doing this for me. Again.

His face edges closer until his lips press against the sensitive skin of my throat.

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