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Tonight is not going my way. I need to regroup and make a plan. “If you won’t, I’ll find someone else who will.” I push out of my seat and head to the bathroom, even though I don’t really need to go. My neck prickles with awareness, and I glance over my shoulder, scowling when I find Mace trailing after me. I lift an eyebrow. “You know, I never took you for a stalker, but you have a serious problem.”
“What’s wrong with stalking my wife?”
“God, you’re such a weirdo,” I say, shaking my head.
“I didn’t think you were a chicken,” he fires back.
Irritation shoots through me. Whirling around, I plant my hands on my hips and glare at him. “What’s your problem?”
His lips tug into a smile. “I should ask you that. Why are you so pissed at me?”
Oh, I don’t know, Mace, maybe because you’re a fucking tease!
He stops mere inches away from me. The hallway shields us from the rest of the party, and his proximity is like a storm cloud. Looming, threatening, and if I don’t run for cover, I’m fucked.
“Like I said, I’m not,” I tell him through gritted teeth.
Gaze straying over my warming cheeks, he hums. “So that pretty red flush is because you like me?”
“You wish.”
“Maybe,” he taunts.
Though I’ve always been aware of his size, in the hallway, it’s even more pronounced. He towers over my shorter frame, and he spends so much time in the gym his biceps are probably as big as my thighs. Okay, that’s an exaggeration, but he’s a big guy and he had no problem throwing me around.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks, curiosity shimmering in his irises.
“Just wondering if Crue prefers doggy style or missionary.”
A warning chuckle bounces around the walls. “Careful, baby. You’re about to be in trouble.”
Spinning on my heel, I call over my shoulder, “I’m not your fucking baby.” I sense his gaze, but refuse to give him the satisfaction of seeing me look back. If he wants to listen to me pee, who am I to stop him? Sighing, I open the bathroom door, but before I can close it, his palm slaps against the wood.
My gaze snaps to his, heart thudding. He wouldn’t. “What are you doing?”
“I warned you.”
I cross my arms. “I don’t believe you.”
He glances down the hall, and the wicked smirk cutting across his face sends my stomach somersaulting. Everyone thinks he’s such a good guy, but I see that evil glint in his gaze as he shuts us both inside the hallway bathroom.
Electricity shoots through my body, a current of attraction tethering us together and crackling with every step hetakes. My pulse skips, and I take two steps back before crashing into the counter. Tipping my head, I scowl at him as he places his hands on either side of my body and looms over me.
“I swear, if you fuck me in this bathroom?—”
His fingers dive into my hair, and he pulls, tugging my head back and cutting off my words with a firm grip. “There you go, threatening me again, Cassia.” Leaning down, he runs his nose along my neck. “You have one chance to tell me to go,” he whispers. “Fuck, you smell so good.”
I should. A stronger woman would. When his lips brush along the column of my throat and my core clenches, I realize I’m a weak-ass bitch.But he’s already here, and thanks to him, I’m horny.
Screw it.
My legs part, dress riding up my thighs. He steps between them, his free hand gripping my ass and tugging me toward the lip of the counter.
I drop my hands to his pants. “Are you finally going to show your wife what that pretty cock can do?” I whisper, undoing the buckle with a flick of my hand.
Slipping his hands under my dress, he jerks my thong, forcing the material down my legs. I gasp and he releases a dark chuckle, pulling back to look at me, those deep blue eyes far too pleased. “Do me a favor, baby. Shut up.”
That’s how he wants it, then?