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Stevie stiffens in my lap before she whips her vanilla scented hair to look at the man who brought her here. “Me?” she asks, playing the dumb blonde card again. “I’m okay with anything.”

“Yeah, I bet you are,” Creed leers as he tilts his head like he’s weighing his options. Slapping his hands against the table, he gives Graves a sharp nod, agreeing to the terms.

“Perfect.” Graves smiles, extending his hand to the man. “We’ll be in touch then.”

“I look forward to hearing from you,” Creed says, shaking my best friend’s hand. “Angel, thank you for accompanying me tonight.”

“Thank you for thewonderfulnight, Mr. Hill,” she purrs, wiggling her fingers at the man.

Graves slides out of his seat, allowing Creed to exit smoothly without further prompting. Flicking my eyes to Kash, I jerk my head towards the shady businessman, wordlessly directing him to follow him. Nodding, Kash moves, leaving me to sit with our brothers and the bane of my existence.

“Do you have a ride out of here, Stevie?” Graves asks after a painful minute of silence.

“Eat shit, Butcher,” she spits as she throws herself from my lap. Glancing down, I almost blow my fucking load as I take in the sexy wet spot she left over my jeans.

“Jesus,” Graves groans, rubbing his jaw with his hand. “Answer the question, beautiful.”

My lip turn down at his use of the sweet pet name, hating how it sounds coming from him. He shouldn’t want to be sweet and gentle with this woman after the show I just put on with her.

“I’ll figure it out, Jameson.” Straightening her spine, she snaps, “I always do.”

“Suit yourself.” He knocks his fist against the table. “Mack, a word?”

I have a few of my own to share with him, particularly where he can shovehiswords.

Chapter nine

Stevie

“Mack, a word?” Graves asks.

I watch Max nod from my peripheral before he slides from the booth, leaving me to sit alone with Stone. I’m not sure if it was a smart move on Jameson’s part or stupid, knowing that Stone’s face has been buried in my pussy recently. But, I can’t say that I’m mad about the opportunity. I’m keyed up and need someone to relieve what Max started.

“Pretty doll,” Stone rumbles as he pushes himself next to me on the pew seat.

Turning, I’m struck by the vivid haze of lust that’s swimming in his eyes. A desperate throb of desire pulses through me, knowing that this man thoroughly enjoyed the show Max put on for the table. Licking my lips, I taste the faint flavor of my arousal from Max’s fingers, driving my need for the man next to me.

“Butcher,” I tease breathily.

He smirks. “You were a good girl for Mack.”

His praise does everything for me that Max’s didn’t. While Max has degradation down to a sizzling science, from his wicked tongue to the way he cruelly touches, Stone seems to teeter on both lines. If I had to guess, I’d say he could play good cop just as easily as he plays the insufferable bad boy. Max makes me want to defy him, just so I can hear his sharp tongue. But Stone? I’d do just about anything to get a repeat performance with his tongue. That includes being a good girl.

Trailing his rough, calloused hand over my thigh, he asks, “Do you remember what I said about good girls?”

How could I forget?

My lips part with the answer waiting on my tongue, “Good girls get to come.”

“That’s right, doll.” He brushes the wet fabric between my thighs. “Fuck, Mack did all of that?”

I hiss a breath while spreading my legs wider, silently begging for more. “Not just Max.”

“That mess for my Prez, too?” He circles my clit through my thong.

“Fuck,” I moan. “And you.”

He pulls away abruptly, leaving me needier than before as my swollen nerves throb for attention. His dark brow quirks, almost in disbelief. “You want me, doll?”

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