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She digs around in her purse, and then her hand slyly dips into mine.

Her fucking panties.

I throw my head back and groan.

“You’re killing me, trouble.”

“You deserve this.”

She smiles sweetly and then turns back around to the table.

I glance down at the lace in my hand, rub it between my fingers, then shove it in my jacket pocket.

My hand slides over her thigh. She tries to close her legs, but I keep them just inches apart.

With each breath, I move higher, slipping under the hem of her dress.

“Conan,” she hisses.

“Yes?”

I run my nose along her shoulder blade.

As discreetly as I can, I press her clit with my index finger.

“Fuck,” I hiss.

She’s soaked. I can’t take this anymore.

Chapter 42

HALLIE

Song, southbound, Artemas.

Ifeel him hardening under me, and I bite my lip, trying to navigate the conversation Charlotte and Declan are having with me about my job.

It’s as hard as Conan’s cock to concentrate.

“Excuse me. I have to go to the ladies' room,” I blurt out.

If he won’t relieve me, I’ll have to do it myself. I feel like I’m about to spontaneously combust.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Conan growls in my ear.

“Chase me.”

He groans as I shuffle off his lap and make a dart for the toilets. Before I grab the handle, he grips the back of my neck, spins me to face him, and kisses me.

“You’re driving me crazy, Hallie,” he mutters between kisses.

“Well, do something about it,” I challenge.

His eyes darken as they flick upward.

“In a bathroom? You want to get fucked here when we have a suite waiting for us?”

I grab the collar of his shirt and tug him down to me.

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