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current that ran intensely between us last night is back and eagerly humming. A thick layer of sexual tension moves between us as she looks up at me through her lashes.
    “I’d prefer if you didn’t stop touching me tonight.”
    The confidence she instills in me makes me stand up straighter as I pull her to me. I move her curls behind her ear as I lean down to place my lips on her cheek. My lips stray from her cheek to find her ear, whispering, “You’re breathtaking.”
    Her body jolts once again under my touch, and my cock stirs at her involuntary response.
    “Thank you, Wade.”
    “Let’s go. I’m not sharing you this evening,” I say as two men walk out of the building and watch Hadley interact with me for a few seconds more than what might be deemed appropriate.
    She nods and I open the door for her to slide into the backseat. Once we’re settled, Jacobs takes off, heading north of the city.
    “So you weren’t kidding about having a driver.”
    “Not one bit. This is Colin Jacobs.”
    “It’s nice to meet you, Colin.”
    He glances in the rearview mirror and gives her a tight smile. “Likewise, miss.”
    She looks back at me as a stray curl falls onto her face. “What are we doing on this forbidden date? Fucking?”
    “No, Hadley. We’re headed up north to Belmont Harbor.”
    “A harbor? Are you going to try and make me swoon on the docks or drown me in the water?”
    I move my hand to rest on her exposed thigh and shake my head. “No. I’ll be swooning over you while you work on your sea legs.”
    “What!” She turns to face me, with terror marring her features.
    “I have a yacht, and we’ll be dining on it this evening.”
    “Holy crap. You seriously don’t hold back, do you?”
    “Not if I’m after something that I believe I want,” I say firmly as we turn off of North Lake Shore Drive and into Belmont Harbor. Jacobs stops at the third dock from the end of the harbor, and I don’t wait for him to get out of the car. I open the door and get out before offering my hand to Hadley.
    “Wade, this is more like fifth-date material, not first. I mean . . . not that I’ve ever even made it to the second date before, but this is excessive.”
    “You agreed to one date. I need to take full advantage of it while I have the opportunity to do so.”
    “There we go again with your taking advantage of me. You’re going to make me wet.”
    I stop and take her and her dirty mouth in. “I’ve never met a woman with balls of steel like you have.”
    “They’re lady balls, Wade, but I don’t mind thinking about your balls. Mmm, the way they would hit my clit while you take me from behind does something to my panties.”
    There it is.
    Once I’ve gotten it down, my cock stirs again and hardens. This woman is determined to be fucked on every possible surface, and my body does not understand why I’m refusing her. I do, though, because there’s something in her eyes when she says things like this that looks as if it’s compulsory or part of a routine. She obviously craves sex, but who doesn’t? Yet, I’ve never met a woman so blunt in her offers and approach before. I’ve had my fair share of women—more than I’m willing to admit—but none of them have been as mouthy as she is.
    “Hadley, I won’t be fucking you this evening. I’d like to get to know you.” As much as it pains me to say this, I feel as if it’s the right thing to do, to take it slower with her than I ever have with any woman before.
    Her shoulders seem to relax, and though I would assume she’d put up a fight, her body tells me otherwise—that is until she opens that pretty little mouth of hers. “You have got to be kidding me.”
    “Listen closely, Whiskey and Rye.” I pull her flush against me just as we step foot onto the dock and move one of my hands through her curls to the back of her neck, forcing her to look up at me while my other hand rests at the small of her back.
    “I don’t date women in Chicago.