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"I think I really fucking like you," I whisper, obsessed with the way her hand presses to my chest, fingers curling with my words.

"Enough to dance for me?"

"Promise you won't laugh at me if I look like an idiot?"

She shakes her head. "I can't do that."

My smile is wider than ever before.

"What I can promise is that it will be a good time for both of us."

"Are you saying I dance first, and then you'll dance after?"

"Depends," she says, inching her face close enough that our noses touch. "What will we do once we're both naked?"

"We'll kiss," I say, brushing my lips across hers. "See where the rest of the day takes us."

"From the sounds of it, we'll have the house to ourselves. Emmalyn said all available guys would have to accompany them for protection. They may ask you to go."

"I can't go," I tell her. "I have other plans."

"They're going to the early show. As much as they want to taunt their husbands, they aren't very interested in experiencing Vegas at night," she explains further.

"I don't blame them," I say.

"Vegas isn't all bad," she argues.

"It's not all good either. Every city is dangerous. Add in the alcohol and inhibitions, and it's a melting pot for crime and victimization."

"I think those men out there can handle any situation they may face," she says.

"I imagine you're right," I agree.

"So we have a date tomorrow?"

"We have a date," I agree, lowering my mouth to hers.

Just like she did outside her bedroom, Morgan lifts up on the tips of her toes to close the distance between our mouths.

She doesn't hesitate to give me access, but the sounds she makes are nearly the same. They settle inside of me, and I swear they're growing.

She rolls her body against mine, moaning louder into my mouth when she feels just exactly how damn turned on she makes me.

I'm not a saint, and I don't require any specific period of time to get to know a woman before I take things to the next physical level. I know that the second my shirt comes off tomorrow and her warm hands brush over my skin that I'll end up with my mouth on her breast and my cock sunk deep inside of her.

Is it tomorrow yet?

Chapter 23

Morgan

"I don't understand," Kaylee says as she stands outside the SUV.

"What is there to understand?" I ask. "I don't want to go."

"But you could still go," she argues. "It'll be fun."

"Yesterday, you were worried it would cause problems with your marriage."

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