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I’m already damp with sweat, but now my panties are sticking even more.

When I’m good and ready, I weave my way toward his booth.

As if he feels my presence, he turns and reaches for my hand.

“Gentlemen,” he says. “This is Raegan Madani. My...”

He trails off, and I look up, arching a brow.

He typically introduces me as his girlfriend. Though we think of ourselves as partners, it’s a possessive thing for him, and I don’t hate it.

But now, he doesn’t say anything.

I’m spared overthinking it when men whisper-shout compliments on the show.

A booth girl shows up and begins pouring Dom, handing out glasses starting with me.

“Raegan“—Harrison takes his own glass and lifts it—“these gentlemen have agreed to invest in an expansion of Echo Entertainment in America.” He pauses, and I see the emotion behind his eyes. “We’re going to rebuild Kings.”

My heart kicks hard in my chest as he clinks his glass to mine.

I ignore the champagne and press up on my toes to kiss him hard. “Hell yes,” I tell him with a grin.

When he tugs me against his side, stroking a hand down my back to my ass where they can’t see, my happiness is overtaken by a sudden jolt of arousal.

“Perhaps we can talk her into an exclusive partnership next year,” another man suggests.

I raise a brow. “Unfortunately, that’s going to be impossible.”

Harrison’s hand on my ass stills. While I like playing for him once in a while, we’ve learned it’s best if I keep my work separate, but he’s noticed my firm words. “Why is that?”

I think of the news that’s been bubbling in my chest all night.

“Because I’ve committed to playing here for another six months.”

Harrison’s mouth parts in surprise. “Since fucking when?”

I bite my cheek. “This afternoon. I had a meeting with the owner, and we discussed it.”

Six months in one place. The penthouse Harrison found personally. Our luggage stored in the closet, Barney lounging on the carpet.

I can’t tell if he’s upset I didn’t let him in on it or simply stunned. At least not until he threads a hand into my hair and jerks me toward him, taking the kiss I planted on him before and raising it to straight-up tongue-fucking, audience or no.

The fact that I matter more to him than work makes me move into his lips, the invitation of his body, the way his arms drag me closer.

When we come up for air, he’s only looking at me.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt your business,” I pant, innocent. I flick a glance to the men who’ve started talking amongst themselves given the awkwardness.

Harrison’s eyes flash. “Business is over. I’m taking you home.”

“You want to wrestle for the good side of the bed?”

Harrison leans in to whisper against my ear. “You can have it. After I fuck you in it until you’re too sore to move.”

HARRISON

When we get back to our penthouse at the Wynn, Barney’s passed out on the carpet. He lifts his head as we enter, ears twitching while Raegan sets her bag on a hook, then flops back down.