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“Tell me you want this,” he murmurs against my ear, gripping my hips and grinding his dick against my ass, leaving no question as to what ‘this’ is.

I swallow, hard. “I . . . I’ve never . . .”

Lane’s forehead drops against my shoulder. “You’ve never been with a guy?”

“I have,” I admit. My gut clenches at the thought of Doug. “But I never . . .”

Lane’s exhale is searing hot through the damp material of my t-shirt. “If I can’t have your ass, will you let me fuck your mouth? Because I need to fuck something and, if it’s not going to be you, you need to get the hell out of here and let me find someone else.”

My head spins, and I’m grateful for the almost bruising grip Lane has on my hips, because I’m not sure my legs are working properly right now. I take a breath and turn, his eyes widening as we find ourselves face to face. His breath is hot on my skin, and I slide my hands into his hair, watching as his lips part. When I turn my attention to his eyes, finding them fixed on my mouth, I falter. There’s hurt there amidst the lust, but he’s not exactly hiding the fact we’d be using each other. His eyes flick up to mine, desperate and pleading.Fuck it.

I close the gap between us and kiss him.

DOUG

Rolling my eyes, I follow Joy out of the club, wishing I’d drank more. I might have to go find somewhere else before the night is over. When I wake up tomorrow morning, I don’t want to remember anything about this shit show of an evening.

“Why can’t you just be civil to him?” Joy turns to me as we hit the pavement, continuing her tirade. “He’s a good guy.”

I laugh. “You fucking winced as you said that. What the hell is the deal with you two, anyway?”

A darkness falls across her face and I step closer, taking her chin with my fingers and tilting her face to mine, waiting for an answer.

“There is no deal,” she says, trying to look away, but I hold her in place.

“Stop lying to me. Just tell me.”

Her eyes flutter shut as she takes a deep breath. “We dated back when I was in high school. Okay?”

I narrow my eyes. I’d figured as much, but she’s not telling me the whole story. “So, what? He dumped you? You dumped him? What’s with the tension?”

She grips my wrist and yanks my hand away from her chin, stepping back and putting distance between us. “You think I’m going to give you any more ammunition to use against him? Seriously?”

“Ah.” I shove my hands in my pockets and rock back on my heels. “So, he hurt you.”

She growls in frustration and marches away, her heels clicking loudly with every harried step. Exhaling a sigh that clouds in front of me, I head after her. I should feel better. I finally got pretty boy Masters to snap. But I don’t feel better. Not even a little bit.

“Slow down,” I call after her, jogging a little to catch up.

She glares at me over her shoulder. “Why are you even coming? You hate him.”

“Hate’s a little strong,” I say, falling into step beside her. “Dislike with a passion. Despise. Loathe. Ooh, I like that one.”

“You’re a dick.”

I grin at her. “So you keep saying.”

She huffs and I reach out and grab her arm, walking her backwards until her back meets the brick wall of a shop that sells cookware. Pressing myself against her, praying she doesn’t knee me in the bollocks, I wrap her ponytail lightly around my fist, tugging until she’s looking up at me.

“I’m sorry,” I say softly.

Her eyes flit between my mouth and my eyes, her breathing faster than it was before. “Sorry for what?”

“For pushing Masters too far. I ruined our night, and I wasn’t even halfway done with you yet.”

“Oh?”

I smile as I realize her anger has all but dissipated. She should be angry with me, though. She’s completely right. I am a dick. Which is why I lean forward and press my lips to hers, licking my way into her mouth when she gasps in surprise.

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