Page 106 of Theirs to Desire (Club M: Boxed Set)

NOLAN

S he’s got a tattoo of a dragon on her hip, half-hidden by her swimsuit. It’s taking everything in my power not to reach out and touch the ink. Not to trace my fingers over her smooth skin, to curve around her soft inside thighs…

Get your head out of your ass, Wolanski.

Caleb is right about one thing—actually, to be fair to him, Caleb is right about most things, but I’m not going to give him a chance to be smug about it—Kiera is off-limits.

Not just because of the power mismatch, and the potential for misunderstandings—though that’s a pretty damn good reason to keep my hands to myself—but also because of the first rule of hookups.

Don’t pee where you eat.

Club M attracts the rich and the powerful. Over the years, it’s been a valuable source of information. The people in the club see and hear things, and I need access to them.

Kiera is hot. Small and curvy and lush, with an ass I want to sink my teeth into, but at the end of the day, she’s a complication.

My brain knows all the reasons not to be with her.

Then she pulls herself out of the pool, water sluicing down her thighs, glistening in the golden lights that bathe the backyard, and my cock goes hard, and my brain stops working.

She’s saying something. Something about a beer. Caleb’s looking at me with a strange expression, and I…

Caleb. Fuck.

Caleb likes this woman. Likes her enough that the shell he’s encased around his emotions is starting to crack.

And fuck me, I cannot get in the middle of that.

I might not be the best friend in the world—both Stefan and Lina are dead because of how terribly I fail my friends—but the least I can do is keep my dick in my pants around Kiera.

Caleb’s watching me, his eyes narrowed. “Beer,” I repeat, mentally shaking myself to clear the fog. “Got it.”

She wants a beer.

She didn’t want one earlier, and she wants one now.

I’m not going to think about what that means.

Not going to do anything about the speculative interest in her eyes.

Nothing.