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I ignored him, focusing on the guy in front of me. “I’ll have a double shot of tequila.”

The bartender looked at Q, swallowing whatever he was about to say, and rushed out a panicked plea. “I’ll, uh, let you two settle this.” He backed away, returning to the customers at the other end and leaving me alone with Mr. Magic Fingers.

Huffing, I pulled back from the bar and crossed my arms over my chest, pushing my boobs together in the process. Glaring at Q, I ignored how his eyes raked over me, pure unadulterated lust brimming in them. My pussy throbbed from his eyes alone, and I shifted my legs, needing the friction.

Fuck he was good-looking. His possessiveness made me want to lick him all over instead of running the other way like I should.

His hand reached out, jerking my body to his, and I fell into his arms easily. His nose ran up my neck, his breath tickling me and sending shivers through my body. Goosebumps spread all over, the seedy bar disappearing as all of my concentration centered on the man in front of me.

I hated how much of an effect he had over me.

But I loved it too. No one had ever made me feel so irresistible before like they couldn’t possibly continue to breathe without me.

“Are you going to do as I say, Temptress, or do I need to show you what happens when you don’t listen to me?”

“That’s the beauty of this, MF. I don’t have to do either. Now, unhand me and let me go. I have a dick to find.”

His nostrils flared at my words, and his eyes heated as his pupils blew, encapsulating the dark brown color to molten chocolate.

“Over my fucking dead body.”

His body vibrated, and I worried for a split second I’d pushed him too far. But then his lips crashed into mine, and everything around me disappeared.

CHAPTER 12

QUENTIN

Over the past two days, my mind had been consumed with Holland. First as the pink-haired pixie and then as the girl my best friend and I were crushing on. Neither Max nor I could find her after Grady royally fucked up and crashed into our room, spilling secrets like a newb. When she’d turned and ran from us, I accepted I’d never see her again.

It was for the best since she’d already gotten under my skin so deep that I knew I’d never want to let her go if I had her. So better not to have her.

But then she walked into this shithole, looking like the answer to every horny man’s prayers. I’d given up watching the mark. He hadn’t been doing anything interesting anyway, and if I had to guess, his eyes would be on her anyway, like every other asshat in this place.

Eyes on what was mine.

I’d stayed on my barstool for as long as I could until the desire to claim her won out, and I’d bolted, barely remembering to drop some cash on the sticky bar top before I stalked over. Narrowing my eyes at every man I passed, I sent promises to remove their eyes and dicks if they didn’t look away.

My cock pressed more against my jeans the closer I got, almost like a sensor, alerting me that danger was ahead. And if there was one thing my temptress was, it was dangerous.

I didn’t for one second believe she was a Savage spy. There was a purity, a vulnerability, about her that none of those fuckers had. She covered it in sass and lipstick, but I saw it. I craved it, just like I did from Max. The beast in me, the part I often had to cage, roared in delight at finding something new to protect.

But it was so much more than that.

Her body enticed me, her words challenged me, and her eyes soothed something broken in me. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to fuck her, punish her, or wrap her in cottonwool and never let her see the light of day.

Who was I kidding? I wanted to do all three.

The second I neared, my mouth took over, spouting out demands I had no business making but was powerless to stop.

“Temptress, you shouldn’t be here.”

She ignored me, but her body responded, telling me everything I needed to know. She wanted me, and I’d wager my bonus that she’d come here looking for me. How she knew I’d be here, I didn’t know, but I was confident she’d never been in this place before, only my presence drawing her here.

My nostrils flared the longer she engaged with the slimy bartender, my fists clenching as I worked my jaw back and forth. His eyes flicked to mine, and he retreated, knowing he was the prey in this situation.

Holland turned, her eyes narrowing as she attempted to act pissed off that I’d interrupted her. Her breath quickened, goosebumps spreading over her skin despite the warmth of the place. I watched in rapt fascination as she crossed her arms, pressing her tits up, and I wanted nothing more than to slide my dick between them. Holland shifted her legs, a tiny whimper leaving her throat as she glared at me.

But it was all for show. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. I had no doubt she was as wet as I was hard at this moment.

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