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Standing, he takes the last sip of his drink and takes my hand.

“Who is he?” he asks about Hayden.

I wave it off. “Don’t worry about him. He likes to watch,” I inform him.

Mr. Hottie looks confused, but we continue to make our way to an area that isn’t occupied.

“What’s your name?”

I press my finger to his lips. “We don’t need names.” Removing my top, I work to undo his pants, he pulls mine down, spins me around, and rubs his hand over my bare ass.

“Fuck, woman. You are gorgeous.”

“Shut up and fuck me,” I breathe out and meet Hayden’s heated gaze.

I hear a foil wrapped being torn open. “Then you better hold on tight, sugar.” I can feel him grinning against my neck.

Making eye contact with Hayden, his nostrils flare. I hold onto the back of a couch that is not occupied. Hottie pounds his cock into my wet pussy and rubs my breasts at the same time, pinching my nipples.

As much as I am enjoying this cheap thrill, Hayden doesn’t stop watching us, and I never break the trance. I picture Hayden doing what this man is doing to me. Taking control of my body. Owning it. Even if for a few minutes.

“You like that, huh?” the guy asks.

“Fuck, yeah,” I laugh.

He pounds into me harder, and I feel him coming when he begins to moan. Right when I think it’s over, he spins back around and gets down on his knees to slick my pussy with his tongue. Holding his head down, I continue looking at Hayden. With his arms crossed over his chest, he is trying not to look angry, but I see it. Anger flashes on his face as I watch his jaw start to tick.

“Oh, God. Yes. Like that. Don’t stop,” I breathe out to hottie while arching my back and closing my eyes as my orgasm overtakes my body.

When I flash my eyes back open, Hayden is gone.

Hottie rises with a grin on his face. “When can I see you again?”

I force a smile. “Probably never.” I lean to kiss his cheek. Pulling my clothes back on, I find my way out to my car.

Hayden is leaning against my door when I arrive at my apartment. He doesn’t say a word as I move around him to unlock my door, but as soon as I open it, he is on me. Inside, he slams the door, pins my back into it, and his hand tightens around my throat.

His face is so close I can smell the alcohol on his breath. “You get one mother fucking pass. That stunt back there was your pass. If another guy touches you…”

I interrupt him. “You’ll what, Hayden? Punish me?”

A wicked laugh escapes his lips. “No. I’ll make you watch as I kill the guy. Limb by limb. Want to test it out, babe?”

“Get your fucking hand off me, asshole,” I pull his hand away from my throat and go to the kitchen for some water.

“Take a shower, you smell like him,” Hayden barks.

CHAPTER TWO

HAYDEN

My phone rings, and I reach into my pocket to retrieve it.

Yeah.

Need you at the club.

I’ll be right there.

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