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I mean. Bye!”
    Nic just grunted at her. She was forgotten already, his attention was completely focused on Justice and the erotic picture he made, rolling his hips and swaying to the music. A growl slipped out as another man stepped up behind Justice and wrapped beefy arms around his waist. Uh-uh. No muscle bound meathead was getting up on his man.
    Decision made. Done and done. Nic plowed his way through the thrashing crowd, heedless of the jostling and the come-ons. He was intent on Justice, and Justice alone. Nothing was going to get in his way this time.

Chapter Nine
    Justice was swimming in a sea of gorgeous male bodies, floating on a rhythm of thumping base. Okay, they probably weren’t all gorgeous, or male, but Justice didn’t care. He was in his happy place.
    He stretched his arms above his head and pushed his ass against the big guy who was plastered to his back. Tipping his head back, Justice stared up at the cluster of disco balls that hung from the ceiling, and smiled. It was sad that he could count on his fingers the number of times when he’d felt this free, so he had to make the best of those moments when they came along.
    The warm body that had been pressed against his back disappeared and was replaced by another one. This one was more athletic than beefy. Secretly, Justice liked the feel of the new guy much better, so he showed his appreciation by grinding up against the hardness that rubbed his ass.
    Justice smiled when he heard a stifled groan and felt the guy pump his hips just slightly. He gasped when a strong arm wrapped around to hook his neck in a solid grip; not enough pressure to cut off his air, but enough to conjure some hot restraint imagery in his wild imagination.
    He couldn’t hold in the shudder. Turning his head as much as he could with the arm around his neck, Justice caught sight of them in one of the mirrored columns that studded the dance floor. There was a flash of recognition at the exact moment a gruff voice whispered in his ear.
    “You didn’t call.”
    Nic.
    “Accidentally t-took a shower. W-washed off the number,” Justice stammered.
    Nic only grunted his understanding. His arm squeezed a little tighter, and Justice could feel the other hand slipping around his waist, sliding along his abs.
    “I’ve waited two days to get at you. I’m not waiting anymore.”
    The puffs of air across his ear from Nic’s words caused goosebumps to break out along Justice’s neck. “T-two days?” He was befuddled, his brain cloudy with lust. “You only gave me your number yesterday.”
    “Since the plane. I’ve wanted you, ever since your tight little ass landed in my lap. Literally.” That hand reached the waistband of Justice’s jeans, began unfastening them. “I’d like a repeat performance. With much less clothing.”
    “Oh God.”
    Nic hummed in his ear, and Justice felt his hand slide inside his pants. It stuttered to a stop when, Justice imagined, Nic realized that he wore nothing underneath.
    A deep breath gusted across Justice’s ear, and he couldn’t take it any longer. Bowing his back so that his ass continued to massage Nic’s erection, Justice turned his head and strained to reach Nic’s mouth. He grabbed a handful of the man’s hair and yanked him down for a messy, over-the-shoulder kiss. They barely reached. Their tongues tangled, dueling for control.
    Justice’s breath hitched when Nic gripped his hard cock and gave it one long pull. Right there on the dance floor. He groaned and leaned back harder against Nic, rubbing against him shamelessly. It was so out of character for him, offering himself up like a bitch in heat, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He hadn’t been this turned on in…well, ever.
    Abruptly, Nic released him. Justice mourned the warmth of not only the hand, but the rest of Nic’s body. Grabbing his wrist, Nic spun him around until they were almost eye to eye.
    “Zip up, Baby. I’m taking you back to the boat. We’ll finish