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  We bypass the line and walk straight to the bouncer manning the door.

  “Hey Tegan, what’s up?” the tall bald man greets Tegan, shaking his hand.

  “Nothing much. The same as usual. The place busy?”

  “It’s Friday. You know how it is on Fridays.”

  The bouncer unlatches the red rope and steps back until we pass him. He eyes me for a second, then winks at Tegan. “Have fun.”

  We walk through the door, and I stop, my jaw dropping open. Minnie wasn’t lying when she said inhibitions were lax at Blackie’s. The first thing I notice, just inside the door, is a man who has a woman backed up against a wall, one of her legs thrown over his hip, grinding against her. His hand disappears under her skirt, no doubt playing with what’s underneath.

  More of the same can be seen throughout the place. People grind on each other all over the dance floor. Some sit at booths making out. Shirts are lifted, showing more skin than I’ve ever seen in one place. One man is sitting on a stool in the corner with a woman in his lap. Her skirt covers her ass, but by the way she’s slightly lifting her hips, I have no doubt they are fucking. Although it’s plain to see way more goes on here than is legal, people aren’t blatantly having sex out in the open. They’re either covering themselves enough that you have to guess what they’re doing, or in dark enough corners that you have to really look to tell they’re having sex. As screwed up as it sounds, what these people are doing feels sensual.

  Watching all this, I want to be disgusted, I should be disgusted, but all I can feel is my breath quickening and my body heating up. I almost quiver with the sensations rushing through me. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

  A quick look over at Tegan shows him watching my reaction. His expression is wary. Licking my lips, I let the desire I’m feeling show in my eyes and step up to him. “I need a drink.” I whisper the words against his lips. The hand he has on my waist tightens, and for a minute I think he’s going to go in for a kiss, but then he lets my waist go and grabs my hand to lead me to the bar. I order a screaming orgasm, just to fuck with him, and he gets a shot of tequila and a beer for himself.

  Handing me my drink, he leans down and whispers in my ear. “You’ll be having plenty of those later.” He bites the side of my neck before pulling away.

  I take a large sip of my drink, hoping the cool liquid will bring down my fevered temperature. He smiles sexily at me when he sees my flustered state.

  Damn, the man is gorgeous, and his grin is dangerous.

  “Come on,” he says, grabbing my hand again. “I was so surprised to see you earlier, I forgot to introduce you to my friends.”

  “They’re here?” I shout over the music as we make our way to a corner table.

  “Yep.” He looks back at me. “We come here often.”

  I’m not sure I like that statement. This place oozes sex. Hell, people are having sex here, and the only reason someone would come here is for sex. The thought of Tegan in this place, either picking someone from the crowd or bringing a girl, doesn’t settle well in my stomach. I take another swallow of my drink and force the thought away. I have no right to be jealous.

  Tegan’s two friends from the diner, along with another man, are at the table we stop at. The woman has her hands thrown back and has them wrapped around the neck of the guy standing behind her stool. His face is in her neck and she’s swaying back and forth in her chair. When she sees us approaching, she looks at me curiously, but keeps up with her swaying.

  “Willow, this is Nathan and Ava. You remember them from earlier, right? Guys, this is Willow.”

  I give them a small wave and get a four-finger wave back from Ava. She introduces her date as Brett. Nathan does the guy thing and jerks his chin up.

  After taking another hefty swallow of my drink, I set it on the table and lean my elbows on the surface. Warmth hits my back, and a second later an empty shot glass smacks down on the table beside my almost empty glass, followed closely by Tegan’s beer bottle, then his hands. I shiver when his chest meets my back. His hard cock settles against my ass, and before I can stop myself, I push back against it, surprised by my bravery at my very public action. His groan is loud in my ear, and I inwardly smile.

  I love knowing I affect him just as strongly as he does me.

  His hot breath whispers against my ear. “You drive me fucking crazy, baby.” He pulls back and turns me around, dipping down and lightly running his lips against mine. It’s not a kiss, just a barely there touch of the lips, but it almost has me melting into a puddle. “Come dance with me.”

  Not waiting for an answer, he pulls me out to the dance floor. His arms go around my waist, landing on my ass, then hauls me forward until I’m smashed against his chest. I gasp, even as my arms instinctively go around his neck. The song has just changed to a slow tune, and with Tegan’s lead, we start swaying to the music.

  “Have you lived in Atlanta your whole life?” I ask, determined to find out more about the man who’s slowly driving me insane.

  He leans down and nips at the juncture of my neck and shoulder. “Yes.”

  “Mmm…” I moan. “Wh-what kind of work do you do?” I ask breathlessly.

  “I make things.”

  His tongue travels a path up my neck, and the need in my body burns even brighter.

  “What types of things?” I force myself to ask. It’s getting increasingly harder to concentrate on anything other than what he’s doing.

  “Woodwork. I make things with wood.”

  Speaking of wood, his hands dig into my ass, until my lower stomach is pressed firmly against his cock, which is as hard as the strongest wood.

  “What do you make out of the wood?” My voice comes out as a moan, and when he sucks the skin of my neck, my hands tighten in his hair.

  “Tables and cabinets, wicker furniture, whatever the customer wants.”

  One of his legs goes between mine and his hard thigh rubs against my pussy. I press myself unabashedly against him. Our hips are still swaying to the music, but what we’re doing is more than just dancing. It’s a slow seduction of the body, and we both know where it’s leading.

  “Sounds interesting.” I want to ask him if he would show me some of his work sometime, but that’s assuming this will go farther than just tonight.

  His hands on my ass move to my hips, then he spins me around so my back is against his front. He runs one of his hands down my arm until his hand reaches mine. Grabbing it, he lifts it up and places it on his neck. His other hand goes to my bare stomach, where my shirt has risen. I drop my head against his shoulder at the feel of his callused palm against my heated flesh.

  His hand dips down a few inches, before traveling to my side, where he then inches it up slowly. The tips of his fingers skim over my nipples. I lift my head and look around to see if anyone is watching us. I feel so exposed right now. What we’re doing in the middle of the dance floor is so forbidden that I feel like all eyes should be on us, even though there are others who are doing a lot more.

  The thought of people watching sends a unbidden thrill through me. Knowing people could be getting turned on, could even be playing with themselves because of our desire for each other, has me grinding my ass back against Tegan. I like the thought of someone else getting off because of what we’re doing. It may be unconventional, but I’m so turned on that I just don’t care at the moment. I may tomorrow, but not tonight.

  Tegan’s hands move back down to my stomach, then back up, this time taking the shirt with him. More and more of my stomach is exposed with each inch he moves upward. He stops just below my breasts, but his thumb flicks over the hard nub. A moan slips free.

  My eyes dart around the dance floor, but find no eyes on us. Everyone else is in their own little seductive worlds. When I look over by the tables, my eyes catch on Nathan, who’s wearing an intense expression, his eyes firmly on us. Even across the distance and through the darkness, I can see the desire in his eyes, which unnerves me, but
also sends a forbidden thrill through me.

  With Tegan kissing my neck, it’s easy for him to hear when I turn my head and say, “Nathan’s watching us.”

  He grabs a handful of my braid and twists it a couple times in his grip, tilting my head back until my neck is more exposed to him. The twinge of pain from him pulling my braid only adds fuel to the fire in my blood.

  “I know,” he whispers, then bites gently down on my ear. He’s no longer trying to hide the fact he’s playing with my nipple. He’s moved his palm so it’s completely engulfing my breast.

  My knees go weak, and the only thing that’s holding me up is the hand I tighten in his hair and the grip I have on the back of his thigh. I close my eyes and let out a deep moan. My clit pulses, and I want so bad to reach down and rub it. Or better yet, have Tegan reach down and rub it for me.

  His hand leaves my breast and travels back down my stomach to the top of my thigh, where he clenches the soft thin material and slowly inches it up.

  “Open your eyes.” I do so, and they immediately land on Nathan’s smoldering gaze. I’m hit with a dizzying wave of lust. His eyes track the movement of Tegan’s hand on my thigh. “Watch him as he watches you. I bet he’s hard as a fucking stone right now, imagining me hiking this skirt the rest of the way up and seeing your soaking wet pussy.”

  I bite my lip as Tegan’s words fan the flames engulfing me. The combination of what he’s doing and saying, and seeing the desire in Nathan’s eyes, knowing it’s because of us, is almost more than I can bear. My breath comes in pants and my stomach clenches with need.

  Tegan’s hand moves up another inch, the material stopping just short of showing off my goods, but still high enough that his fingers barely skim my panties. I know he has to feel the moisture that’s soaking the silk material. His other hand releases my braid and goes to my neck, turning my head until I can see him. If looks alone could cause an orgasm, the look in Tegan’s eyes would surely do it.

  He dips his head until his lips barely brush against mine. I want more, so using my grip in his hair, I pull him down the rest of the way. His fingertips dig into my thigh as his tongue plunders my mouth. He tastes like a mixture of tequila, beer, and mint. The combination is heady and arousing all at once.

  When he pulls back, he nips my bottom lip, before letting my neck go so I can turn back around. His thumb lightly rubs against my panty-covered pussy, and I shudder.

  “Mmm… you like the thought of him watching us?” he asks.

  I fist the material of his jeans. I should be embarrassed and ashamed, but those are the very last things I’m feeling. I want to lie to Tegan. I want to tell him we shouldn’t do this, that we’ve gone too far, and demand he take me home, because he’s obviously into some kinky shit. The wildest thing I’ve done is have sex in a motel pool, and that was at midnight when no one was around.

  But a wild, crazy part of me doesn’t want to leave. I want to see how far this goes. I want to explore the naughtier side of myself, a side I had no clue existed until tonight.

  “Yes,” I reply nervously.

  From Tegan’s deep groan, he likes my answer very much. His thumb rubs against my clit harder, and my toes curl in my heels.

  “You want him to see more?” He breathes the question against my ear.

  My eyes land on Nathan again. He’s shifted his chair so he’s fully facing us now. The bulge in his jeans is easy to see, even from this far away. He’s gripping his beer bottle with a tight fist, like he’s fighting for control over something. I like knowing I’ve done that to him.

  Could I be brave enough to let him see more of me? When I left with Tegan tonight, as long as everything went well, I had planned to sleep with him, but I’m not sure what Tegan is asking, if he wants Nathan to join us or just watch. Can I be that brave? I’m not really sure I can.

  “I don’t—” I stop and let out a soft cry when Tegan slips his finger inside my panties without warning and swirls it against my opening. My head thumps back against his shoulder as pleasure courses through me.

  His finger moves before I really get a chance to enjoy it. A few more swipes, and I would have had what I know would be the best orgasm of my life. I almost whimper with the loss. I look over my shoulder to find he’s looking at Nathan as he licks his finger, before bringing his eyes down to me, their depths smoldering with heat.

  “Let’s go grab another drink.”

  I walk in a daze back to the table, my legs a little wobbly. My eyes avoid Nathan as Tegan scoots a chair over from another table and gestures for me to sit. He flags down a waitress and orders us both another drink. Ava is no longer at the table, and one glance out on the dance floor shows her grinding away at Brett.

  I’m hot, sweaty, and my mouth is dry from all the heavy breathing I did on the dance floor, so when Tegan hands me my drink, I down half of it in one go. I should mention now that I’m a lightweight when it comes to alcohol. Half a beer normally has me well on my way to feeling damn good. Once the alcohol has the chance to hit my bloodstream, I start feeling really warm and loose. I try to pay attention to what Tegan and Nathan are talking about, but Tegan’s hand is on my upper thigh underneath my skirt, rubbing slow circles with his thumb. He’s not touching my pussy yet, but with each swipe, he gets closer and closer. I shift in my seat when his fingers are a hairbreadth away. I keep my eyes focused ahead of me, but every once in a while, I can feel both Tegan’s and Nathan’s gazes on me.

  My eyes jerk to Tegan’s when he steps up closer to me and slowly pulls my legs apart an inch. My hand clenches on his arm; I’m unsure if I’m going to push his hand away or pull it closer. Instead, I decide to do nothing.

  He doesn’t open my legs more, but his fingers do make contact with my pussy. I look over at Nathan from beneath my eyelashes every few minutes, to find him looking down where Tegan’s hand is, but still managing to keep up the conversation they’re having.

  “When’s the meeting?” Tegan asks, flicking his finger against my clit. I bite down on my tongue to keep back my moan.

  “Next week” is Nathan’s reply.

  “What are the chances you can talk him into switching over to Reines Security?”

  “I think once he hears my proposal he’ll at least think about it. We can offer him more than who he’s using now.”

  “That’ll be a big deal for you if you can get Silver Technologies on board. Bring in a lot more clients. You ready for that?”

  “We’re ready.”

  Just then, Ava and Brett come up to the table. Both their faces are flushed and sweaty. She plops down on the chair beside me and Brett cages her in with his arms.

  “So, Willow, right?” She turns in her seat to face me. “I didn’t get a chance to talk to you earlier. How did you and Tegan meet?”

  I pull in a deep breath and try to get my mind on other things beside Tegan’s fingers that’re no longer moving.

  “He stopped and helped me with a flat tire,” I tell her, my voice more steady than I thought it would be.

  “Hmm… that sounds like Tegan. He’s always been the gentleman of our group.”

  Her eyes dance as she looks over at Tegan, like there’s more to that statement. I have no doubt Tegan can be a gentleman, but I’m sure he uses that quality to get any woman he wants. He’s a smooth talker and a ladies’ man. I knew that the first time he opened his mouth. It’s a good thing I’m not looking for anything serious, because Tegan would be one of the last men I would choose to take a relationship seriously.

  “Where do you work?”

  “I don’t.” Her brows rise, so I clarify. “I just moved here and haven’t gotten a chance to look for work yet. I have a couple of interviews set up for next week.”

  “How long have you been here?” she asks next. I get the sense this is some type of interrogation. Normally my hackles would be up, but these questions are easy, and I know she’s just looking out for her friend. I can’t fault her for that. Although, if they get more personal, she’l
l be disappointed when she doesn’t get what she wants.

  “A week.”

  “What kind of work do you do?”

  “I have a degree in business management.”

  “How much experience do you have?” This question comes from Nathan, and I swing my head to face him.

  “Before I moved, I was with the same company since I graduated college almost four years ago.”

  Nathan looks to Tegan, and when he receives a nod, looks back to me. “I need an assistant at Reines Security. We’re just starting out, so I haven’t had the time to look for one.”

  Uneasy, I look over to Tegan, who grins. Obviously, tonight something’s going to happen between him and me—feeling his hand on my thigh, I rethink that. Things are already happening, and I’m not sure what, but possibly with Nathan in the picture. Do I really want to attach myself to this group? These people are close, even I can see that, so there would be no avoiding them if I work for Nathan.

  “What kind of company do you own?” I ask Nathan, but my eyes stay on Tegan. It’s being attached to Tegan I’m worried about. He seems like a nice guy, he’s hot as hell, and obviously he really knows how to use his hands and I’m sure other parts of his body, but can I really be around him once we sleep together? This… thing, or whatever it is, is only for one night. There’s no telling how often I would see him, since he and Nathan are friends.

  “A security firm,” Nathan answers.

  “And what do you need from me?”

  “The same thing any other company would need. Answering phones, making appointments, filing paperwork, drawing up contracts, keeping track of financials, and the like.”

  Would it really be that bad? I could always put in notice if it got to be too weird or uncomfortable. At least I would have money coming in. I’ve only been here a week, but it would be nice to not have to touch my savings. And the two interviews I have next week aren’t places I would normally consider. They would be a big drop from the company I worked at in Austin.

  “Can we do a trial run?” I request.

  “How about we reassess after a month?” Nathan suggests.