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“To share deserts.”

“And not hide each other’s mail.”

“You’re unreal.” I laugh it off as a prank gift until I notice the blush on his cheeks. “Why did you frame this, Dylan?”

“It was the start of something good. And I don’t like to let those moments drift by, unnoticed or unappreciated.”

The smile drops from my face and bumps rise along my arms at the seriousness of his voice.

We sit in silence for a minute, maybe longer, before he clears his throat and nods at the bag. “One more thing in there, something small.”

I nod, unable to find my voice until I pull out a small…cat toy.

The devil himself couldn’t compete with the saccharine smile that I give Dylan.

“She’llloveit.”

Chapter thirty-six

Dylan

“Stop fucking around and take your pants off. I mean it, Dylan. I’m having a really shitty shift, and for some reason, your dick might make it better.”

The bass pounds through the walls of the stage-side changing room Dee pushed me into moments ago as the live band plays through their set. Thankfully, it’s a veryloudrock band, or we might have a problem in the next few minutes.

“Why are you always such a brat?”

“You love it and we both know it.” She bites my earlobe, hard. I grip her hips, flipping her around before taking two large steps. I push her body forward, pressing her hips into the vanity and grinding my dick between her ass cheeks.

“I think you love this too,” I say. I slide my palm between her breasts to her neck until I grip her jaw, forcing her gaze to meet mine in the mirror. My other hand slaps her ass cheek before I palm her cunt through her short as fuck shorts. A growl rips through my throat at the thought of her working behind the bar in these. I’m not a jealous piece of shit, but with her? With her,I’m learning maybe the fuck I am. I palm her pussy, causing a moan to fall from Dee’s pouty lips.

“Someone’s looking a little unhinged back there,” she taunts, downright gleefully. She grinds her hips, rubbing her ass along my erection before turning around and hopping onto the vanity. She leans back, gripping my black T-shirt in her fist and pulling me in for a scorching kiss, setting my skin on fire.

I tear off my shirt and reach down to yank at the laces on her boots. She giggles while I struggle with the damn things. “Jesus Christ. Did you superglue these knots?”

“What are you talking about?” She laughs louder. “Don’t you double-knot your shoes? I can’t trip behind the bar. I break enough glass as it is,” she shouts back, and I slap a palm over her mouth. I bring my mouth to her ear and remind her, “Yes, there’s a show going on, but no, this room isn’t soundproof, and I don’t want to have to explain what’s about to happen to anyone we work with. I can’t keep my goddam hands off you.” I feel her smile stretching underneath my hand before I reach underneath her mesh shirt, tugging at her top. A neon pink band that barely covers her perfect tits. Her fishnets, boy shorts, and boots complete the look, fitting in perfectly with the audience tonight. “You’re torturing me in this.”

“Maybe I like you handsy and a little irritated.”

“Lucky for you, that’s my baseline.” She laughs as I kiss her neck, still struggling with her goddamn boots. Finally, they fall to the floor, and like a man possessed, I reach for the waistband of her shorts.

“Lift this pretty ass up so I can try to get these off you.”

She wraps her arms around my neck and lifts her hips, allowing me to tug her shorts and tights off her legs. She releases me, leaning back on the desk, her palms stretched out behind her.

“What the fuck?” In my attempt to rip the fishnets off her, I find myself tangled. Holy shit, they just keep stretching.

“You’re hopeless,” she taunts as I continue to pull the seemingly endless stretchy fabric off her perfect legs.

“All this packaging when I just want what’s underneath.”

“Then stop fucking around and get over here before I take care of myselfby myself. I’ve only got a fifteen-minute break before Vicki needs me back. I swear to fuck, if I don’t get off, I’m quitting this job right here, right now.”

“Fifteen minutes? No, that won’t work for me.”

I cradle her head in one hand, pushing her back farther as I wedge my body between her thighs. I dip low, pulling her top down farther before sucking her tit into my mouth, tonguing at her nipple.

Her moan spurs me on and I free my dick with my other hand, lining up with her center then slowly pressing into her.