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some amusement that he’s wearing a polo shirt with a popped collar and he looks genuinely surprised that I haven’t pushed him away.
    “What’s your name?” he yells over the music but I just shake my head and keep dancing. I just want this incredible tingly feeling that’s part alcohol and part adrenaline to last as long as it can.
    He takes my silence for what it is and tries out a different tactic, sliding his hands around my waist and down so they are resting on the top of my thighs. My eyes pop open and travel over to the VIP booth where Shane still sits. He’s staring at me with a tight expression on his face that leaves me confused. I mean, he paid my friend five hundred bucks so he could come to a club and ignore me all night? Who does that? Clearly I don’t understand him at all. Preppy guy spins me around and his hands move up to my shoulders, then travel up my neck into my hair.
    “You are seriously hot,” he says, pulling my body flush against his as we continue to dance. “My boys are never going to believe that you are real. Come home with me?” he begs and I let out a surprised yelp when his teeth graze my ear. I am about to tell him to take a hike when all of the sudden he’s being dragged away from me by two guys I recognize from Shane’s party. Each of them have a hold of one of the preppy guy’s arms and I try to follow but a big wall of a body steps in front of me and blocks my path. I look up into Shane’s chocolate-colored eyes and give him the dirtiest look I can muster.
    “You sent your teammates to do your dirty work?” I say accusingly.
    “They’re my offense and that guy needed to be shut down. Maybe even carded for misconduct - keeper interference,” he says, his dark eyes flaring and from the set of his jaw I can tell that he’s angry. Very angry.
    “I’m going to assume that’s some kind of cute soccer reference but what you just did was totally unnecessary. We were only dancing!”
    “Oh I saw you dancing, babe.” He grabs my hand and places it on his fly so I can feel the solid length straining against his black dress pants. “Do you feel how hard you make me? And that’s just from watching you move your hips,” his says and his voice comes out in a low rumble.
    I should be so offended that he has me touching his erection in public but instead a tingling starts building between my legs.
    “I let you have your fun, Carmelina, but I’m afraid you’ve used up all of my patience.”
    “I can dance with whoever I want,” I say and he raises an eyebrow in challenge.
    “Not anymore you can’t,” he counters, moving my hand back up and placing is against his muscled chest. He’s wearing a fitted black dress shirt that’s open at the neck and I can see the tops of his sculpted pecks beneath it. His blond hair is styled and spiked and he looks so delicious that the sight of him makes my mouth involuntarily water.
    “Yes, I can!” I spit back. “I can dance with and go home with whoever I want.”
    I watch as anger sparks in his eyes at my words. “Are you deliberately trying to make me mad?” he asks in a gruff voice and I turn to leave but he’s too quick for me. He hauls me back into his arms. “You’re not going anywhere, babe.”
    To emphasize his point he thrusts his erection against my back as his teeth clamp down on my ear. “This has gone way past fun and games. I want you and I’m not giving up,” he breathes into my ear. “If I have to fight every man on this dance floor I will do just that before I see you in anyone else’s arms.”
    His words make my whole body spasm and the only response I can muster is a whimper.
    “I know you’re freaked out but don’t be. I’ve got you,” he says, letting go of my earlobe. “Now get your ass over to my table. The guys will grab Matt.”
    And I don’t know why I do but I let him lead me back to the booth. It’s probably because his words seem to have reduced my brain to a pile of mush. He sits me