This time, his hand shook as he fed the machine’s mouth. To the point where it took him a couple of tries to get the bill in. “Hey, could you do something for me?”

“Sure.”

“Wrap your arms around me.”

There was a soft laugh and then he felt a gentle compression around his waist as Rachel No-Last-Name did what he’d asked. As she leaned into the back of him, her soft breasts pressed against his hard muscle and the warmth of her body was one hell of a contrast to what was doing inside of him.

He was so damn cold. Cold as the Coke he was buying.

Adrian let his head drop and braced one hand against the machine, holding them both upright.

Devina was going to kill him. If not when she was actually fucking him, then because of the aftermath: His brain wasn’t working right anymore, and as the days went by and it didn’t return normal, he was starting to worry. He didn’t think Jim knew; he worried that Eddie did—and here was the problem: He had no intention of getting benched by the powers that be again. He was a fighter and he had a personal vendetta against Devina . . . and that meant he had to pull it together.

“You know,” Rachel murmured against his shoulder, “if you wanted to feel my breasts, there’s a better way.”

He swallowed hard and put his mask back in place. Turning around in her arms, he swept her red hair off her neck and tilted her chin up. “You’re so right.”

He was utterly empty as he kissed her, but she didn’t know that, and he was so desperate to make a connection that he didn’t care.

“Adrian. . . .” As she drew out his name, he guessed she liked the way the metal bar through his tongue felt against her own.

Running his hands down her hips to her ass, he pulled her in tight to his body and tried to break through his arctic circle with her curves and the way she moved against him and the smell of her perfume and the taste of the cranberry and vodkas she’d been drinking.

Keeping to the rhythm, he punched the “diet” button and the machine coughed up another bottle.

“Come on,” he growled, grabbing her soda. “Let me introduce you to Eddie. Like I told you, you’re going to love him. Everyone loves him.”

He gave her a wink in an attempt to flirt, and going by the way she giggled, it was clear she bought the charm . . . and was really open to what she was walking into.

“You know, I’ve never done this before,” she said, as he led her down the corridor. “Well, with . . . you know.”

“Two people?” She giggled again and he smiled down at her. “That’s okay—we’ll treat you very, very well.”