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“I don’t really wanna show off my o-face to the group,” he murmurs. “Loving it, but go easy on me, babe. I’m aching over here.”

Chapter 19

Gavin

IalmostcrywhenAshley takes her hand off me to eat.

Having her stroke my cock while we talk to my friends definitely isn’t how I was expecting our evening to go, but I have zero complaints.

Everyone at the table is behaving and not treating Ashley like an outsider. We’re getting side-eye from other patrons, but none have dared to approach us.

And if it happens, I’m going to lay the asshole out.

When Ashley pauses to take a sip of wine, her free hand slides back onto my lap where my dick is still hard and waiting for her attention.

The combination of being in public with a very close audience and just the fact that it’s her has me getting almost there over and over. My jeans prevent me from getting the friction I need, but coming at the table is probably not the best course of action anyway.

Unfortunately.

The teasing is fucking killing me, and my cock is aching in earnest.

My head is about to explode – both of them – when Ashley suddenly opens her eyes wide and roots through her purse.

“Gavin, I must have dropped my phone in the truck. Can we go back and look for it? I did a bunch of client outreach today, and I don’t want to miss out on accepting any gigs.”

“Yeah, sure,” I agree, figuring a blast of cold air might be helpful in my current state.

I put my jacket on while sitting down so I can zip it up and hide the fact that I have a raging erection. When I stand up, I grab Ashley’s coat off the back of the chair and help her into it.

“Are you seriously leaving already?” Victory complains. “Cade and I were just about to trade spots with Cameron and Lisa so we could chat.”

“We’ll be right back,” I say. “Ashley lost her phone, and we’re going to look for it.”

“Oh, shit. Okay, well, I guess I’ll just ride the mechanical bull while I wait.”

“You’ll fall off,” Cade says.

“Probably,” I agree. “It’s not like she’s getting any practice riding anything comparable.”

Cade laughs. “You’re such a prick.”

“No,you’dfall off,” Victory says to her boyfriend, ignoring our arguing. “Let’s go, buddy. I’ll show you how it’s done.”

Ashley takes my hand and leads the way toward the front door. Countless guys check her out – she’s a total dime – but then at least half of them do double-takes, probably wondering if she is who they think she is.

I pull her close and walk with her back pressed against my front, her ass rubbing against me just right as we make our way to the truck.

“It’s probably under the seat,” I say, opening the passenger door and considering just leaving after we find it so I can take this girl home to bed.

“Turn off the lights,” Ashley says.

When the door opened, all the lights came on, which is a good thing in this situation considering we need to, you know, see.

“Then how the hell am I going to look for your phone? You want me to break out the flashlights or something?”

“Gav, I didn’t lose my phone.”

I blink, trying to process why the hell we’re standing outside in a freezing cold parking lot for no apparent reason.