Chapter 20. Assholes and Sore Asses!

Dancing always seemed to kindle a romantic fire in women. Most of the ladies that I had seen dancing in the clubs were always smiling and flirting with their partners, so I wasn't surprised to see Lottie's more daring side when she agreed to return with Kane and I. But I promised my girl that the party wasn't over, and that was a promise I intended to keep.

Taking the bottle of tequila from her hands as I placed her down on the floor in my bedroom, I smirked, seeing her look around the room.

"Does it look different?" I asked with a sly smile, painting my lips.

"Since last night?" She sassed looking over her shoulder with a smile. "No!" Her eyes shined with the memories of last night. A smile gripped my lips As the memories danced across my vision, too. I couldn't help but wonder what she wore under that dress. The lingerie from last night was so beautiful that part of me hoped she had it on again so I could rip it off with my teeth.

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