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My thigh slides between her legs as I press her against the building, and I wonder whether I can make her forget about finding Masters and get her back to my place instead. A moan builds in my chest at the thought of sinking inside her again.

“Get a room!”

Joy turns her head, breaking our kiss and I glare over my shoulder at the stupid fucking kids laughing as they walk past.

“Doug,” she says, her hands smoothing down the front of my shirt. “I very much enjoyed this distraction, but I’m not doing anything else with you until you’ve apologized to Lane.”

I narrow my eyes. “Maybe you’re overestimating how much I want you?”

Joy grins and slides a hand between us, gripping my cock through my pants. “I don’t think I am.”

“Maybeyou’rea dick,” I say, adjusting myself as I step back.

She just shakes her head and takes my hand, pulling me further down the street. “Aldo said they were in a club nearby. Surely, there can’t be that many.”

I resign myself to being dragged to whatever hole Masters has found himself in, trying not to think about the fact that I’m the one who shoved him in there. Maybe we won’t find them. Maybe Aldo will text Joy to say they’ve gone home. I frown at the thought of Aldo.

He looked damn gorgeous tonight in his tight black t-shirt and jeans. He always does. It was a sort of delicious torture dancing with him and Joy. A small prickle of guilt nips at me. Would Aldo care if he knew I’d fucked Joy? He clearly likes her. But then would Joy care if she knew I’d . . . well, not fucked, but done pretty much everything else with Aldo?

As the unmistakable noise of a club cuts through the night air, I decide I don’t care. Aldo made it clear he doesn’t want me, so if he has a problem with me and Joy, he’s going to have to take it up with her.

“They must be in here,” Joy says, squinting up at the name of the club.

Swallowing a groan, I realize where we are. It’s a fairly small place, just a single doorway leading to a narrow corridor with stairs at the end. I’d completely forgotten it was on this street, distracted by the stunning creature in front of me.

“Hey stranger,” the bouncer says, grinning at me. “Haven’t seen you for a while.”

I smile back, ignoring Joy’s eyes boring into the side of my head. “Been busy.”

He steps back and lets us in, and I usher Joy in front, purely so I don’t have to deal with her asking questions. I used to come here a lot. The drinks aren’t too expensive, the music’s decent, and it’s a good place for a quick hookup. I’ve scratched many an itch here.

We reach the staircase descending into the club and I groan, taking in the heaving crowd. I really can’t be arsed with this. I’d much rather be back at the other club with a strong drink and Joy on my lap as I see how much I can get away with before she tells me off.

Why the fuck would Lane come in here anyway? It makes no fucking sense. I follow Joy as we edge around the crowded dance floor to one of the bars and huffing a sigh, I lean against it, eyeing the bottles of spirits longingly.

“Why would Lane come in here?” Joy asks, leaning close to be heard over the music. “Do you think he realized?”

I open my mouth, a snarky comment on my tongue, but then my jaw clenches. “Oh, he realized.”

The edges of my vision blur as I watch Masters and Aldo making out in the middle of the dance floor. Aldo’s t-shirt is halfway up his middle, Masters’ fingers gripping the toned, tan flesh, as they grind together in time to the music. Aldo has one hand down the back of Masters’ jeans, his fingers grabbing his ass as the other fists his hair. They look seconds away from ripping each other’s clothes off and fucking right there on the floor. If I wasn’t so fucking livid, it might just be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

Logical thought has gone right out of the window as I push off the bar and stalk through the crowd toward them. Aldo told me no. He said we had to stop because I was his coach. Because it was inappropriate.Forbidden. My hands clench into fists at my sides, and I’m sure there’s probably steam coming out of my fucking ears as I reach them.

“What the fuck is this?” I bark, all but ripping them away from each other.

Aldo staggers backwards, his eyes glazed, and his lips swollen. For a second, I falter, the urge to pull him against me and taste him almost too strong to ignore. But then he blinks and his beautiful face falls into a frown.

“Doug? What the hell?”

“Yeah,” Masters says, grabbing my shoulder and turning me to face him, his blue eyes livid. “What the hell?”

I stare at him, his blond hair disheveled and darkened with sweat, his chest heaving and the front of his jeans more than hinting at what he’s packing. My teeth grind together, and I turn back to Aldo, ignoring him completely.

“Him?” I say, hating the undercurrent of weakness beneath my rage. “Why him? Why him and not me?”

The annoyance fades from his face and he glances over my shoulder at Masters before looking back at me, his brown eyes wide. “Doug. I—”

“He doesn’t have to explain himself to you,” Masters says, shoving me back round to face him.

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