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Tobias’s eyes rake over me and Nick, his eyebrow raising at how close we’re sitting.

“Think we could join you?”

“Sure, we can make room,” Nick says and then looks to me. “You mind sitting in my lap?”

I start to say no, but then I see the playful look on his face, and I nod. “Yeah. That’s perfect.”

“He’s too fun to fuck with,” he whispers as I slide into his lap.

“Agreed,” I answer.

Madison slides in next to me.

“I actually need to go to the restroom anyway. Want to go with me?” Harper asks Violet, and she nods. Xander gets up to let Harper out, and Tobias uses the opportunity to slide all the way to the end of the booth, opposite Nick and me.

I feel the wave of tension as his eyes flick over all the places Nick’s body and mine meet before they come up to meet mine. Tobias manages to look calm, but I know the man well enough to know what he’s thinking. Xander and Madison start talking, and Tobias pretends to be interested while Nick joins in.

A moment later I feel my phone buzz, and I open it up under the table in my lap.

TOBIAS:

We need to talk.

We can talk later tonight.

It can’t wait.

He glances up from his phone and looks at me, his eyes stormy and his brow creased. A quick nod of his head before I shake mine subtly. Returning my attention to Xander and Madison as she tells him about some of the work she’s being doing lately and her plans to go out to Colorado.

My phone buzzes again, and I look down at it.

TOBIAS:

Fine.

I give him a false smile and then Nick asks me if I’ve ever been to Colorado and tells me about a guy’s trip he went on there. I’m looking over my shoulder at him, leaning back against his chest when I suddenly feel the vibration between my legs. At first, I think it’s my phone, sitting awkwardly against my lap, and I wrap my hand around it to press the button to stop it. But the vibration intensifies making every nerve ending I have wake up as I realize what’s happening.

He wouldn’t fucking dare.

My eyes snap to Tobias’s as I continue to listen to Nick talking. A growing smirk on his face as his eyes taunt me, his hand under the table, and I watch his forearm flex the tiniest bit as he presses the button to intensify the vibration. I close my eyes, biting my tongue, thankful that with the way I’m sitting it isn’t perfectly lined up with my clit. Otherwise I’d probably be under the table right now moaning and wanting to die of embarrassment.

I grab my cell, barely able to hold it still while I type. Not even trying to correct the many typos that follow.

S topjt it now

TOBIAS:

Come talk to me at the bar.

It ca nn waiit.

Nah. Gotta give my girl what she wants.

TOBIAS I am in his lap

I close my eyes and try to focus my way out of this. Think unsexy thoughts. Pretend like it’s not happening. I can do it. Except then my phone buzzes again dragging me out of my concentration.

TOBIAS: