Page 50 of Play Dirty (Brooklyn Dawn 1)

Of Lindsey’s moans that were part purr and all throaty groan.

Of her silky, drenched pussy under my fingers and just how perfectly she clasped around my cock.

I remembered far too much.

She crossed her arms over her chest. “What the hell do you have against me? That’s the part I can’t figure out.”

“Oh, can’t you?”

She closed her eyes and I was pretty sure she was counting to five, maybe te

n. She blew out a slow, measured breath. “Look, I get it. We fucked.”

“Oh, duchess, such foul words out of that pristine mouth.”

Her eyes flashed anger and the air crackled around her. She was so goddamn beautiful. Without the stage artifice, makeup, and glitter, she was still the most stunning woman I’d ever fucking known.

“We come from the same world. Don’t give me that bullshit.”

I snapped back down the key guard on the piano. “We aren’t even on the same plane of existence.”

“Evidently not. Since I got over my mistake and you’re still hung up.”

I crossed the stage to her, crowding into her until she backed up two full steps and bumped into Logan’s Baby Grand piano. Having only one piano on stage wasn’t enough for him. “You wouldn’t be so pissy if you’d gotten over me.”

“I was never hung up on you. It was just a wild night. No more, no less.”

I stared down at her mouth, my gaze drifting lower to her heaving chest with the eighties’ hair band stretched across her perfect breasts. I pinned her to the piano, my arm curling around her waist, my fingertips digging into her tight ass. “Is that why your pupils are blown out? You’re practically vibrating to get closer to me. No big deal though, right?”

She lifted her chin. “I’m not ruled by my baser needs.”

“Oh, I might be hard for you, duchess, but I don’t need you or to be any man’s sloppy seconds. Been there, don’t need a repeat performance.”

“What?” Rage quickly tumbled into shock as she shoved me away. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Instantly, my arms felt empty. “Nothing. Forget it.” I turned away from her.

She grabbed my arm. “No, you’ve had something up your ass about me since I got here.”

“You think far too much of yourself.”

“No, I think that’s all you. I know my worth.”

“I’m sure you do, duchess.”

“Fuck you with the duchess.”

“Oh, yeah? Sure Daddy wouldn’t take away that fancy house of yours?”

“I don’t lean on my parents for support.”

“Anymore?”

“I’ve worked harder than most to get where I am. What have you been doing? Hiding in your secret lair in New York City?”

“Watch it.” That rage started bubbling again. The reason I stayed far away from people. All the things they didn’t know. Would never know.

She stabbed me in the chest. “Hiding in the shadows until you deign to take on a client. Oh, and boohoo, that client isn’t perfect? Sorry.”

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