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“You’re in love with Cade Quinn?” Her tone cuts like glass.

“Deeply.”

The air shifts behind me—a sudden and overwhelming presence. I turn to find Cade coming up the short steps until he stops a few feet away. He leans on the railing, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on me with an intensity that steals my breath.

Shit.

“Hey, I gotta go.” I hang up before she can respond, my pulse thundering in my ears.

I dart for the door and just make it back into the common room, only for his arm to snake around my waist. Cade lifts me clear off the floor and right onto the bar top like I weigh nothing.

He spreads my thighs, steps between them then buries his face in my neck.

Right in front of everyone.

Hoots and whistles erupt from the crowd. Heat floods my face, but my body—Christ, my body lights up like a fucking Christmas tree.

“Was that Jacques’ girl?” Cade murmurs against my throat.

I try to keep my composure, but his teeth scrape against the sensitive skin of my neck, nipping and sucking, and I can barely hold back a moan.

“How do you even know Reese?” My words cut off on a gasp when he nips at my earlobe.

“I look out for her now and then. She used to have a very messed up family.”

I pull back, my eyes bugging in shock as the implications sink. Cade knows who she really is.

Before I can probe deeper, he nips at my skin and then swallows my gasp in a kiss. It’s slow and exploratory, his tongue boldly sliding against mine and stealing my breath. The room rouses with cheers, but it barely registers. The rush of blood in my ears drowns out everything else.

“You were quite descriptive out there,” he growls against my lips.

“What do you mean?” I ask, caught somewhere between shame and desire.

He pulls back, his lips hovering over mine, his breath teasing. “Say it again,” he commands.

My hands clutch at his shoulders as his hand slides beneath my skirt, the rough pads of his fingertips scraping along my inner thigh.

“Cade,” I gasp as his mouth moves lower. “See, I think the room gets it. We’re together. I’m your Old Lady.”

“No harm in rubbing it in, baby,” he murmurs wickedly, throwing my own words back at me. His thumb strokes the edge of my panties, teasing, until I’m shaking so hard I can barely hold on to him.

“Everyone’s staring at us.”

“Since when did that become a problem for you?” Cade’s lips capture mine in another bruising kiss.

Then, before I can even process the heat blazing through me, he pushes the crotch of my panties aside and presses his thumb right against my clit.

Ah.Fuck.I’m panting, mortified yet completely lost in the way he’s claiming me, staking his territory in front of his family. My own fingers find their way into his thick hair, drawn to him like gravity. “Cade . . .”

“Say it,” he growls against my lips, his thumb stroking slow circles around me. “And I’ll stop and leave you alone.”

Stop? Leave me alone with a room full of filthy-mouthed bikers after he’s had his hand up my skirt?

I’d never survive the teasing. The only escape from this crowd tonight is letting Cade take me out of here.

Decision made, I hoist myself up, wrapping my legs around his waist to thunderous approval from our audience.

“No,” I breathe against his ear. “Actually, I don’t want you to stop until morning.”