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her from thinking crazy, worried thoughts, or at least distract her.
    She wondered if Jace and Rowan had headed back to their town or if they were staying another night. She and Ashley had chosen a swanky hotel and booked a room for them to stay over after what she suspected had been a special evening for them, right down the hall from where she had had hers. She’d forgotten about them the minute ’Stair had touched her, but doubted they’d spared her a thought either. Her best friend Rowan had found her real man, and she had had her own wishes granted. Maybe Alistair would give some thought to renaming the Club. It had been host to a lot of Peyton Place-like adventures over the past year or so, according to Ashley.
    Her lips twitched at suggesting some silly names to Alistair and looked up to see him watching her over the shoulders of a couple he was conversing with. The heat in his eyes made her stomach drop and her arousal spike higher. It was going to be a long wait until midnight, and if she hadn’t promised him that she wouldn’t touch herself, she’d be finding the restroom right about now. Instead, she gave him the same look right back and ran the tip of her tongue over her bottom lip and nearly laughed out loud when his eyes narrowed. Oh, she was so going to be in for it later. She couldn’t wait.

Chapter Seven
     
    He was going to burst right out of his leathers if she didn’t stop that, stop those things she was doing. He swore he could hear them creak and kept clearing his throat to cover any possible sound. It was ridiculous. People knew what everyone did here, in some variation or another. They did it themselves, and there were very sexually aware and venturesome men and women in this very room. He had no need to hide his arousal, except he really wanted to keep it private, special, for Jackie. But she was teasing him, flirting with him, and he seemed to have forgotten how to respond, if he’d ever known. He wondered how she’d deal with it if he took her right over the arm of that love seat she was squirming on, right in front of the members. There had never been a scene or any overt sexual acts in this area. He was a law-abiding citizen. Those were reserved for the back of the Club, but damned if he didn’t feel like breaking his own rules. She was like an electrical charge surging through his bloodstream, and he only had himself to thank. He had insisted on waiting, prolonging the agony, holding off until later, and now he had to live with it. Well, he actually didn’t. He could do her here, drag her back to a room, whatever, and he knew she would welcome it, but he would wait. Ashley would be home by now, and the Club would close in an hour. He gritted his teeth and tried to attend to what Jorge and Alysha were saying and asking him. He had no memory of anything they’d shared and as his eyes met Jorge’s he realized the other man’s were full of unsuppressed mirth. Shit. He gave it up as a bad job and shrugged. These people were as close to being his friends as anyone, and they had clearly put two and two together and come up with three.
    Monica and Robert finally came out to mingle, carefully avoiding his eyes. He made a mental note to check their work and then decided to sit with his intended and maybe torture her, just a bit, in payback. His overseeing responsibilities could wait. She watched him saunter toward her, her lovely little face alight with pleasure and joy, pulling her legs up further to give him room to sit close to her. He was overcome with the level of his feelings for her, and dropped an arm around her shoulders and eased her in for a kiss and to hell with his personal policy regarding no overt displays of affection outside of the Club proper. This was his woman, and therefore it was different.
    He reveled in the way she snuggled into him and dropped her head onto his shoulder. He drifted the tips of his fingers over the exposed skin on the side of her neck and felt her