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interjected.
    “Chester, I think we should go,” came from Mike after.
    “Listen to your boys.” Her tiny body molded itself against mine. A perfect goddamned fit, was the soft to my hard.
    Ignoring her threat, I reached up with my empty hand and fingered a curl. “You made me spill my drink and more than likely ruin my shirt.” Voice rough, deep, I lowered my head and skimmed my lips down the shell of her ear. “That’s alcohol abuse, you know.”
    She didn’t pull away. Instead, her body shivered and moved a tiny bit closer, pressed fully against mine. Wasn’t as immune to my presence as she would have liked me to believe.
    “Is that it?” Head tipped back, fiery green eyes met mine and challenged. Dared me to make another move. “You’re too broke to buy a replacement? Did your liquor fund for the night get tapped?” Her words might have been said to defuse her reactions. Call my attention away from the hard nipples now rubbing against my chest with each inhale she took. From her dilated pupils to her harsh breathing, I was attuned to her every move.
    It was too late.
    This tiny morsel of delight pulled no punches and gave as well as she got.
    Maybe it was the way she talked to me. As if I was just another man inside this club. On the other hand, maybe it was the way her eyes traversed my body. Drinking me in.
    Either way, I liked it.
    “Do you know who the fuck you’re talking to?” I grunted, and watched a small shiver run through her body.
    Taking a step back, she ran a nervous hand through her hair. “I’m sure you are more than ready to inform me.”
    “Your act is cute, I’ll give you that.” A lazy smile crossed my lips as I watched her nipples stiffened further at the sound of my voice. My lips yearned to be wrapped around the tight bud:
    Licking.
    Nipping.
    Sucking.
    “I could give a rat’s ass,” she snapped and attempted to snatch her phone back once again. There was just something about the woman that, while it infuriated me, made me harder than hell.
    “Not going to happen, Slim.” Don’t know where the name came from, but it fit. While she had hips wider—thicker—than what most women her stature had, she was petite. Tiny waist. Short. Delicate next to my brute strength. Also didn’t hurt that the name pissed her off. “So who did you sell me out to? What social media outlet?”
    Nostrils flaring, she pointed a finger at me. “Sold you out to?” Shaking her head, she muttered, “unreal,” and pushed her curls back away from her face, something I’d wished to do. Touch her. Any part of her. “You egocentric jerk!” A deep breath in. “I don’t…Jesus! Who gives a crap.”
    At the end of her tirade, she made another attempt to snatch her phone and failed. This time, though, she kept a slight distance. Kept her body away from mine.
    “Haven’t met a woman yet that doesn’t want a piece of my big, fat—” Fury danced behind her jade eyes at my smirk and I reveled in it, like the masochist I was fast becoming.
    “Chester, seriously, cool it.” Once again, Cris tried to play peacemaker. His hand appeared between us, pulled on my arm to get me to take a few steps back, but not even Jesus Christ himself could make me move. “Stop it,” he chastised, his tone wavering at my glare. “Give the beauty her phone.” Then he made a huge mistake. His eyes wandered back over to her and then lower. “And I’ll buy her a drink in apology.”
    Pure, red-hot ire seared my veins. Is this what jealousy tasted like? “Don’t.”              
    “Whoa.” Cris eyed me speculatively, trying to understand the change in my demeanor. Why I was obsessed with fighting this woman. “No harm, bro. Just trying to help.”
    “Are you two done with your lover’s spat?” At the amusement in her tone, I looked back over. She wasn’t looking at us; no, her attention was on the cuticles of her nails. “Busy woman here. Things to do and people waiting on me.” The