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Once I set the lime aside, Des sits up and swivels to face me, kicking off an array of candles in the process.

He places his hand on a slab between his legs. “Have you had your fill, love?”

That’s a trick question, right?

I lean in. “Not even close.”

Des keeps hisshirt off for the rest of the night, and the entire female population of this place can’t handle it.

Seriously, they can’t. It’s a problem.

“Everyone is looking at you,” I say.

Des sitsonthe bar, drinking straight from a bottle of fancy whiskey. He’s really not supposed to be doing either, but when I told him that, he simply said, “Rules are meant to be broken.” Then he winked, took a sip of his whiskey, and I spontaneously orgasmed.

Okay, the last one didn’t happen, but it was a near thing.

I sit on the barstool like normal, grown-ass woman … while my fairy king all but pins me in with his legs.

Not that I’m complaining about it. At all.

I mean, I’m right at eye level with his abs. There are worse views.

Des lowers his bottle of whiskey. “Everyone is looking atyou, cherub.” He shakes his head. “The years may pass, but at the end of the day, you’re still that high school girl who’s woefully unaware of her own beauty.”

A woman steps up to the bar next to us, her arm innocuously brushing Des’s thigh.

“Sorry,” she says, apologizing even though half the people in this place are touching the other half.

I give the Bargainer a pointed look.See?

He ignores the woman, instead leaning forward. “Your wings are starting to show, baby siren.”

I’m keenly aware of that. Alcohol plus fae possessiveness plus all my lusty thoughts are making it nearly impossible to hide them.

The woman leans into Des, and this time when her arm brushes his thigh, it’s no accident.

“Do you come here often?” she asks Des, ignoring me completely.

My skin brightens, and I look at the woman. “Scoot.”

Without another word the woman pushes away from the bar, moving back into the crowd.

So that was technically against the law … but God it felt good.

“Is someonejealous?” Des flashes a devilish smile, taking another swig from his bottle.

“Pssh, no.”Yes.

I glance at my skin and frown as it dims. “This is a supernatural bar, right?”

“Not exclusively.” Using the hand that holds the bottle of whiskey, Des crooks a finger at me. I don’t move so much as his magic presses me up against him. “Which means that, much as I love these—” He touches a wing.

Oh crap, they’re out again.

“—we’re going to have to put them away.”

Beneath his palm, I feel Des’s magic pour into me, just as it did the last time he hid my wings, back at my house. There’s a momentary pressure as the magic forces them to disappear, and then they’re gone.