Chapter 13

Lips parting on a sharp exhale, Livia fought to keep her eyes open and on the sinister blonde still watching her from the sidelines as the man behind her slid a big hand over her hip, across her thigh, then between her legs.

Just that small amount of pressure where she throbbed so needily had her crying out softly, the sound drowned out by the din of the pub. The expert way he circled his fingers over her, unerringly finding her swollen, throbbing bundle of nerves beneath the layers of leather and lace, had her knees going weak.

He caught her, holding her against him effortlessly, moving her body to the beat. Grinding together, they found a new rhythm, rocking forward and back, their hips in perfect sync as he pushed her against his hand before she pressed back against his cock, both giving as they took.

As if the rhythm, that push and pull, was what it had been waiting for, the tiny wisp of energy she’d released curled around him like a long-lost lover.

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