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“Where’s your woman?” I asked Luke.

“She’s here,” he said, craning his neck to look for her in the crowded bar. “She went to save Sadie from some guy who was hitting on her.”

A stab of jealousy hit me like a punch. This place was full of drunk assholes looking for a lay. The thought of any of them trying to get with Sadie pissed me off so much I couldn’t focus on anything else.

I took off my suit jacket and tossed it over the back of a chair. Unbuttoning my dress shirt, I rolled up the sleeves as I walked, preparing to fight if needed.

Ryke nearly walked into me, carrying a tray of shot glasses.

“Drink up,” he said, holding the tray toward me.

“I’ll be right there,” I said, scanning all the faces I saw. “Pass ‘em out and I’ll be there in a sec.”

“No,” he said with a single note of laughter. “All for you. Drink ‘em.”

I glanced at the tray of six shots before grabbing the glasses one at a time and downing them. Ryke turned, looking satisfied, leaving me to find Sadie.

There she was. She was shaking her head and laughing, her dark hair swishing behind her. She had a dress on, but her legs were covered with some kind of panty hose and tall boots. That was a damn shame. Or maybe not, since an asshole in a cowboy hat was licking his lips as he looked at her.

Dell was next to Sadie, and she glanced up at me as I approached.

“Is Luke looking for me?” she asked. I nodded and slid in next to Sadie as Dell left.

The cowboy’s eyes flicked over me dismissively.

“Hey, how’s it going? I’m Shawn.” The cowboy’s friend extended a hand my way. Wingman 101: Distract others so your friend can close the deal.

“Do you want to sit down somewhere?” the cowboy asked Sadie, slipping an arm around her and leaving his hand on the small of her back. It was all I could do not to grab his hand and twist it behind his back until he squealed like a pig.

“Oh, I’m with friends,” she said. “But thanks for the drink.”

A flicker of annoyance passed over his face. “Can I get your number?”

“Hell no, you’re not getting her number,” I cut in, turning to Sadie. “We need to talk.”

I took her hand and led her away, winding through the thick crowd and leading her down a hallway and around a corner into a back room that was dark and empty.

“Niko,” she hissed. “What the hell is this?”

“What the hell was
that
?” I demanded. “That cowboy was planning on riding
you
tonight. You know that, right?”

She shrugged dismissively. “It wasn’t gonna happen.”

I took a step forward, backing her against the wall. Her eyes widened as she looked up at me.

“I didn’t like it,” I said.

“Well, you can relax,” she said, her tone more self-assured than her expression. “Women like being flirted with, even if we don’t plan to sleep with the guy. It was nothing.”

“Why don’t you like me flirting with you?” I asked, jealousy creeping into my tone.

“Who says I don’t?”

Damn. The challenge in her golden brown eyes and the sweet, fresh smell of her made my cock stiffen. I kept my eyes locked on hers and put a hand on her outer thigh, running it up beneath her dress.

“What’s with the pantyhose?” I demanded.

Her lips quirked into a smile. “They’re leggings. It’s winter.”

“I want to see your legs.” I lowered my face to her neck, taking in her intoxicating scent.

“I’ve got some pictures of me in shorts from last summer I could show you,” she murmured.

I ran my hand up to her ass and squeezed a firm, rounded cheek, enjoying her gasp of surprise.

“Not what I have in mind,” I said.

“I don’t sleep around,” she responded in a breathless tone.

The alcohol was clouding my judgment, I knew that. This was really fucking stupid, having my hand under Sadie’s dress with Luke in the next room.

“I can’t sleep with you anyway,” I said, regretting it deeply. Damn, she had a nice ass. And she smelled so fucking good. But it was more than that. My interest in her had reached a new level on Thanksgiving. I’d seen her with her defenses down that day. And what I’d seen was beyond physical attraction. She was resilient, strong, smart and compassionate. I’d never known what a turn-on those things would be in a woman.

“Why not?” she asked. I smiled at the alarm in her tone. I didn’t want to tell her Luke had warned me off, knowing it could create tension between them.

“The 60 day thing,” I said softly, brushing my nose against her neck. She smelled like heaven.

“Oh. Right.”

I had a nice buzz going, and I couldn’t bring myself to let my mind take over yet. I slid my hand beneath the leggings and panties, giving her ass another good squeeze. Her bare skin was about to do me in. Warm, smooth and soft.

“Damn, your ass is perfect,” I said in her ear. “The things I’d love to do to it …”

She sucked in a sharp breath and I knew she wanted to hear more. I was more than happy to oblige.

“I want to bend you over and pull these leggings down to your thighs,” I said, my blood pumping with arousal at the image. “And then spank you ‘til those gorgeous white cheeks are pink and throbbing. Then I’ll lick that tight, perfect ass that no man’s ever been in before.”

She shuddered against me and I knew she was hot enough for my words to get her off. I wanted to give her the release she was craving so fucking bad. More than I even wanted it for myself.

“I can tell, baby,” I continued in a low tone. “You’ve never shared that ass with any man and I’ll make you so glad you saved it for me. I’ll play with it and let you get used to my fingers fucking it before I give you my cock. I’ll make you come so hard, Sadie.”

A soft moan from her lips made me want to pull the panties and leggings off and fuck her against the wall. Fuck the consequences. We both needed it like hell right now.

“You want it, don’t you?” I murmured. I felt her hips flexing against me, but with the height difference, she was against my thigh. I slid my other hand around her ass and hiked her up on the wall, grinding my hips into hers.

“Ah,” she cried, gasping loudly.

“When you want to be flirted with, let me know,” I said. “Call me. Text me. Beat my fucking door down. Don’t let random assholes have the pleasure. I’d love nothing more than to get you so hot over the next two months that you’re begging me to fuck you on Day 61.”

I hadn’t had sex since getting to Chicago almost a month ago, and my rock hard cock was begging for release. I wanted to make Sadie gasp and beg and moan my name right here and now. And based on the way she was grinding her pussy against me, I knew she wanted it, too.

A ringing sound caught us both by surprise.

“Shit,” she mumbled. “My phone. It’s Dell texting me.”

I lowered her to the ground and stepped back, running a hand through my hair. What the fuck was I doing? Luke would kick my ass if he found out about this. Sadie cast a spell on me that got more powerful each time I saw her, and that was dangerous. I couldn’t afford a distraction. My drive to succeed for my family had gotten me here, and I wouldn’t let my goals slip away. Sadie was the kind of woman I’d be calling and texting on the road, wanting to spend every night with when I was home. If we were together, I wouldn’t be able to handle wondering if there was anyone else, and I’d never ask her for fidelity without giving her the same thing. A girlfriend? This was fucking crazy. I couldn’t afford the distraction of a girlfriend right now.

Sadie adjusted her dress, avoiding my gaze as she pulled it down.

“Uh … I’m gonna …” She pointed to the hallway and turned toward it. She couldn’t make eye contact with me, so she just rushed away. From the woman who had been dry humping me shamelessly a few seconds ago, it made me smile. Seeing the shy, uncertain side of this confident woman only stoked my desire for her.

But this was one desire I’d have to forgo. The teasing flirtation had turned into something more for me, and it had to stop here. That was what was best for both of us.

Sadie

I worked my foamy face wash into a lather, scrubbing the day away. I’d stayed out too late tonight, considering I’d been awake since my six a.m. trip to the gym. But hanging out with Dell always made me lose track of time. And apparently, dry fucking a hot Russian athlete had the same effect.

Although I’d been unable to look at Niko again for the rest of the night, he was all I’d been able to think about. Feeling the ridged lines of his hard biceps beneath my fingers had worked me up more than foreplay with other men ever had. His faint, freshly showered man scent still lingered on my shirt. And the words he’d spoken in that deep, cocky tone of his had sexual frustration coursing through my veins.

He’d made my shit list at Luke and Dell’s wedding, and he was still on it. Well, sort of. Niko was an over-confident manwhore. He could have any woman he wanted, and he wanted me? The thought scared and excited me at the same time. I was no match for a man with his experience. Or his body.

A charge of arousal ran through me as I dried my face off and stared at my expression in the bathroom mirror. The way he’d touched me … that was too mild a word for it, actually. He’d taken hold of me, mixing sensations in a dizzying way. The smooth slide of his huge palm up my thigh. The hard squeeze of that same hand around my ass. His warm, soft breath against my neck. And the mind-numbing way he’d pressed his hard as hell erection between my thighs …

I squared my shoulders and took a deep breath, admonishing my reflection in the mirror. This was no time to be working myself up over a man. I was on a strict no-men diet. And Niko was like an enormous hot fudge sundae with a cherry perched on top. And a stream a fudge running down the side, just begging to be licked off …

Stop, Sadie. You don’t even like this guy, remember?

I changed into flannel pants and an old t-shirt and got in bed, picking up my e-reader. I stared at it for a couple seconds before setting it back on the bedside table. Rarely was I too tired to read, but tonight I was. I snuggled into my feather pillow and slipped into a blissful sleep.

Niko was in bed with me. He was laying on top of me and leaning on his elbows, giving me a perfect view of his dark, sensual eyes. I reached up to touch his cheek, running my fingertips down his short, black beard. It was soft. I was about to wind my fingers into his hair when a smile started tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Not yet,” he said, his deep voice sending a shiver of arousal between my thighs. I arched my body against his and his smile widened.

He moved off of me and pulled me up with him, guiding my body around until I was on my hands and knees on my bed. I sighed with pleasure at the feel of his hand rubbing my ass through the silky fabric of my panties.

“You want me, don’t you, Sadie?” he asked.

“Yes,” I admitted.

“You’re a bad girl for pretending otherwise. A tease.”

His words sent a ripple of pleasure straight to my core. I leaned on my elbows, a moan escaping in my deep exhale of desire. Cool air met my skin as he gently pulled down my panties. My ass was on display to him now, and I didn’t feel the least bit shy about it.

He stroked his large hand over my ass again and I bit my lip to hold myself back from begging him. I was practically shaking with desire, knowing what was coming next.

The first slap was hard, and I gripped the bed sheets in my hands and let out a strangled cry. His satisfied groan nearly sent me over the edge into an orgasm. I stayed there – on the verge of exploding – as he slapped my ass over and over, occasionally soothing it with a tender touch.

“So fucking hot,” he muttered. “You’ve wanted this all along, haven’t you?”

“Yes.” I said it loudly, wanting to make sure he knew.

“So have I, baby.”

He pulled me up from the waist so we were both on our knees, my back to his chest. His hand wrapped around my chin firmly and he turned my face to his. When he kissed me, his warm mouth on mine made me slide my fingers between my legs.

“No,” Niko said in a warning tone. He pulled my hand away, holding on to it. His breath was warm on my neck and I panted with desire. He ran his other hand up the length of my body – over my stomach, between my breasts, up my neck – before sliding his fingers past my lips into my mouth.

“Suck, baby,” he said softly. I couldn’t wait to obey him. I sucked eagerly on his long fingers, his low groan forcing my hips to arch forward into the empty air. I moaned and licked at his fingers in my mouth, desperate for release.

He slipped his fingers from my mouth, using his other hand to push on my back and return me to my hands and knees. I trembled with anticipation. This man did things to me I hadn’t known possible – brought out desires I’d never known possible.

His wet fingertips traced gently over my untouched ass, and I cried out loudly for more. He slid a finger all the way in and I pressed my hips back against him.

Niko groaned as he pushed his finger in and out of me, and I rocked my hips in rhythm with him. He added another finger and I swore loudly.

“Fuck yeah,” he muttered. “You like that, baby? You like having me in your ass?”

“Yes!” I cried, my body humming with arousal that had me on the verge of tears. With just one touch, he would put me over the edge.

I turned my head and looked at him, his eyes dark as he stared at me.

“You’re all I need, Sadie,” he said.

I woke up with a loud gasp, sitting up in bed. I was sweaty. And incredibly turned on. Where had that dream about Niko come from? Well, from our encounter in the back room of the bar earlier tonight, of course.

But I’d just fantasized about Niko spanking me and violating my ass. And I’d loved it. What kind of dream was that for a modern, independent woman? Surely I wouldn’t really be turned on by him spanking me.

That was bullshit. I was beyond turned on by it.

I sighed and threw the covers off, reminding myself it had been a dream. No one but me ever had to know how depraved I apparently was.

I was wide awake now, every nerve pulsing with desire. It was time to count sheep or something. I needed to get back to sleep. And hopefully, back to that dream.