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But that’s not what I wanted tonight.

Tonight, she is all mine.

“Is that so?” I growl, my free hand moving the plate of nachos from her hands to the side table, her eyes locked on mine.

“I mean,” she whispers, “if my memory serves me right, my point was proven just the other night.”

“I feel like there’s a story there,” Cooper says, his nosiness annoying me right now. Both Asher and Nash agree, and Quinn smirks just as I stand up, hoisting her up over my shoulder effortlessly.

“We’ll be back,” I tell them.

“Where are you going?” Asher asks.

“To eat.”

CHAPTER17

QUINN

I hearthe guys all chuckling as Levi throws me over his shoulder, but all I can see is his ass as he carries me out of the room.

"Put me down," I groan, punching his ass in annoyance—only it ends with me being more frustrated and even more worked up. His ass is perfectly sculpted, and hitting it felt like I was punching a brick wall.

I'm surprised when he returns the gesture, smacking me on the ass hard enough to send tingles throughout my body, and replying with a firm "No."

"You’re acting insane. Where are you taking me?" I grumble as he takes a few steps down the dark hallway before turning into a room off the side.

"I already told you," he says, gripping both hands on my waist as he moves me down his body and sets me on the hard surface of a table, a devilish grin on his face that tells me this man is up to no good. “To eat. I'm hungry.”

“I made nachos,” I whisper, the words flat, meaningless as we both know what he's really hungry for.

“I'm not hungry for nachos,” he says, licking his lips as he looks down between my legs. “I'm hungry for you, Angel.”

“Levi…” I groan. The way he's looking at me, the desire in his eyes…it's hot as fuck as my body tingles in all the right places. Which makes it really hard when I'm attempting to find the will—or the desire—to stop him.

Let's not lie to ourselves. There's no desire to stop him. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever when he looks at me with those fuck me blue eyes.

“But these are on,” he pouts, tugging on my jean shorts, a boyish, almost innocent smile on his face making me feel like I’m a teenager with butterflies all over again. But it’s quickly replaced by the deviant I’ve come to love.

It clicks in this moment what we are doing…more specificallywherewe are doing it. Looking around, I see we are in the dining room, just down the hall from where the boys are playing video games, which I'm reminded of by their chuckles and yells as they keep playing their game.

"What are we doing?" I whisper, my voice trembling as he eyes me up and down. I lean back on my elbows trying to understand the situation. But he's confusing me because I'm sitting on his dining room table, the door to the movie room just behind him, yet the look Levi's giving me right now is more suited for the bedroom—or my dirty fantasies.

"I already told you, Angel," Levi says as he slides into the seat in front of me, his fingers moving to the button and zipper and then slipping beneath my waistband. Looks like we're cutting straight to the chase.

"I'm starving, Q, and these are in my way." Levi groans, his eyes dark, savage, and I couldn't deny him in this moment, even if I wanted to.

I won’t though, and I think we both know that.

Moving my bare feet to his chest, I lift up as he slides my shorts and panties off, growling as he throws them to the side. Moving my legs back down, his hands grip my ankles tightly.

"No. Put them back," he says, his eyes never leaving my cunt as he stares. "I like them there. Gives me a good view of your sexy fucking body."

His fingers slide up the outside of my legs before slowly sliding back down the inside of my thighs, then trailing back up and around my center as my entire body freezes like I’m afraid one wrong move will scare him away.

There are little alarm bells going off in my mind, red flags popping up as he spreads my legs wide on his table…where any one can walk through that door, seeing exactly what we are doing.

We shouldn’t do this…right?

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