Page 47 of Toxic Obsession

I cringed when the door closed behind us. Quinn laughed while he took my hand and led me to a table in the back of the room. I slid into the booth large enough for two, glued to the pretty girl on stage belting out the lyrics to “You Should See Me in A Crown” by Billie Eilish … completely and horrendously off-key. Karaoke wasn’t for everyone, but from the way she was dancing and singing her heart out, she had no clue it wasn’t her gig.

Quinn leaned over, his lips brushing my earlobe. I shivered as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

“No lip-syncing this time, babe. Just your own voice.”

Finally realizing what his challenge was, I glowered at him. “What if I can’t sing any better than she can?”

Quinn placed his thumb on my lower lip, gently pulling it down. He leaned in again. “If you lose and can’t give a stellar performance that brings the crowd to its feet, thenIwin.”

My chest heaved, his touch sending delightful chills through my body. Liquid heat pooled deep in my belly, and my pussy throbbed. I wanted to part my legs and slide his hand beneath my miniskirt until he touched my most sensitive place.

“What happens if you win?” I asked, breathless.

“Then I get to decide where I eat you out. The hood of my car, in the hall here at the club, definitely somewhere in public.” The corner of his mouth kicked up. “Maybe I’ll even tie you to my bed. There are so many good choices.”

Jesus Christ.I was going to come with him just talking to me. “Guess I’d better lose then.”

“But what if you impress the hell out of me yet again and I lose?” His heated gaze collided with mine.

I really wanted to tell him he could fuck me until I couldn’t walk, but that would be too easy. When I was in a good place and happy, I was highly competitive, and I wouldn’t just roll over for him because my panties were soaking wet from a little dirty talk.

Licking my lips, I squeezed his thigh. “Then you have to sneak me into your bedroom and spend the night with me …withouttouching me.”

Quinn gaped at me, then he laughed. “Game on, beautiful.”

A half-hearted applause filled the air as the off-key girl hopped down from the stage, beaming as if she’d just won a Grammy for best song of the year. He nodded toward the front of the room. “Looks like you’re up. Good luck.”

My stomach dropped to my toes, then I remembered what I got out of the deal. An entire night to torture Quinn. It was interesting what you could learn about someone when they were horny and exhausted. Before I lost my nerve, I rushed to the stage.

I looked through the song options, selecting one that would match my voice. I grabbed the cordless mike and pinned it to my shirt, then waited for “I’m Not Sorry” by Neoni to start. Remembering the dance routine Janine and I had put together before I moved to Oregon, I started to move as the music played and belted out the lyrics without even needing the prompter. Pulling from my performance days on the dance team, I squared my shoulders and danced in between the tables, turning on the charm. Skipping down the aisle, I headed toward Quinn who was sitting there with his mouth hanging open. The crowd began to clap as I continued, and whistles filled the air.

I winked at my competition then swayed my hips as I marched back to the stage and finished the song. Everyone in the place was on their feet, cheering and clapping when I was done.

I took a bow, laughing my ass off. I hadn’t had this much fun since before I’d lost Kyler. And for the first time, my heart didn’t split into pieces when I thought about him. It felt damned good.

Quinn met me at the stage, slipped his arm around my waist, and dipped me backward.

“Not bad, gorgeous. Looks like you might be going home with me tonight.”

He shocked the hell out of me when he laid a searing kiss on my lips in front of the audience. More whistles and catcalls filled the lounge, and I giggled against Quinn’s mouth.

He righted me before he searched for a song while I made my way back to our booth to watch. I’d seen some of his dance moves at the party, but I was curious to see if he had anything more.

Quinn waited, then the first few beats of the song filled the air. He pointed in my direction as he began. His deep, strong tenor nearly made me pant as he sang “Love on the Brain” by Rihanna.

Every girl and a few of the guys in the room cheered and clapped as Quinn worked in some sexy hip moves while he performed. I was pretty sure I could watch him all night. I bit my lower lip while I listened to him, my body becoming more willing for him to tie me up and fuck me with each lyric.

Quinn ran and slid down the aisle, then jumped up on the table and held his hand out to me. He hoisted me up and we fell into a sexy rhythm just like we had the first time we’d danced together while he finished.

The girls were louder with their cheers and whistles. Scanning the room, I realized no one was on their feet though.

I pushed my mouth into a pout before I said, “Looks like you lose.” I playfully batted my eyelashes at him.

“But did I?” He kissed me, then hopped off the table and helped me down.

Shit. I was just trying to mess with him when we’d made the bet—do the unexpected. It took me a minute to realize I’d fucked myself right along with him when I said we would spend the night together without touching.

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