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“Good fuckin’ girl.”
His thumb circles my clit, and I nearly lose it. “Please. More. Ace. Please.”
He tuts, hitting that spot that has me trying to catch my breath.
Then he stops.
His hand stills. He pulls back just enough to look at me, and that wicked, devastating grin spreads across his face.
"If you want to come, sweetheart," he says, dragging his thumb across my bottom lip, "you'll leave your fiancé here and get your pretty ass to mine. Then I'll finish the job."
He steps back and buttons my shorts. Fixes my belt with steady hands while mine are shaking so hard I couldn't do it myself. He smooths my hair back from my face, tilts my chin up, and presses one soft kiss to my forehead.
“God, I fuckin’ love you, Harper,” he says almost breathless.
Then he unlocks the door, and he's gone.
I stand there. Back against the wall. Legs trembling. Heart slamming. Completely, utterly ruined.
That man is going to be the death of me.
I splash cold water on my face, check the mirror, and try to look like a woman who just used the bathroom and not a womanwho just had her entire nervous system dismantled in under two minutes.
I fail. But I walk back out anyway.
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
Ace
I stride out the back, round the building, and through the front door of the bar with my hands in my pockets and a shit eatin’ grin on my face.
Harper is already back at the table. Sitting ramrod straight. Cheeks flushed. A fresh whiskey in her hand that she's gripping tight enough to crack the glass. Her eyes find mine the second I walk in, and I watch her swallow hard, her throat bobbing, her thighs pressing together under the table.
Good girl.
I head straight for Colten and Jett at the bar. Colten takes one look at me and narrows his eyes.
"Where the hell did you go?"
I shrug. "Fresh air."
"Bullshit."
"Colten. Fresh air." I pick up my beer. Drain it. "We're leaving."
Because my dick is aching and I can’t spend another second looking at Harper, because I am on the verge of snappingand bending her over that goddamn table and letting everyone watch.
Jett groans. "I just ordered another round."
"Cancel it. We're going."
Jett looks at Colten. Colten looks at me. Whatever they see on my face tells them not to argue.
"Fine," Jett mutters, sliding off his stool. "But you owe me a round."
I straighten my hat, adjust my belt, and walk across the bar toward Harper's table. Her dad sees me first, he gives me a nod and a warm smile, because everyone in this town loves the Sterlings, even the ones who know better.
"Mr. Jones. Good to see you, sir." I tip my hat. “Bert.”
