“Because I saw the look on your face, and I know what he’s like.” I slid my arm off her shoulders and rested my palm on her thigh. Warmth from her skin radiated through the thin fabric, melting away the rest of my self-control.

“Don’t worry.” Her lips quirked. “It was nothing compared to the things you whisper in my ear in public all the time.”

I should fucking hope not. I’d said some pretty filthy things to her. If another guy talked to her like that, I would cut out his tongue.

“Better not be.”

Beneath the white linen tablecloth, I skimmed my hand down her leg and dipped under the hemline of her dress. Bailey drew in a soft breath as I walked my fingers up the smooth, silky skin of her inner thigh. Too bad it wasn’t my mouth. But later…

“Jealous, Carter?” Her voice turned breathy, taking my mind to even dirtier places.

“Just making sure he was somewhat respectful.”

My fingers traveled another inch, close to reaching my desired target. Bailey bit her bottom lip, crossing her legs and clamping down on my hand with her thighs so that I couldn’t move any higher. She shot me a sidelong glance, fighting a smile. I definitely had her going, and I’d gotten myself worked up in the process too. Was there a coat closet somewhere nearby, or…?

“For the record, Mr. Caveman, I’ve caught multiple girls checking you out tonight. One practically undressed you with her eyes.”

Probably Kristen. She basically eye-fucked me. Awkward. Bailey took that in stride, though. I wouldn’t have been thrilled in her shoes. Hell, I wasn’t thrilled myself.

“There are other chicks here?”

“Well played.” She smirked. “You must want to get lucky tonight.”

“Wasn’t I going to get lucky before?”

“Oh, I meant extra lucky.”

Fuck me. I would be surprised if I left this event without getting arrested for doing something indecent.

“What does extra lucky mean?” I lowered my voice, ducking to catch her gaze. Anyone who came back to our table before I found out the answer to this was going to be on the receiving end of a galvanized death stare.

Bailey’s eyes danced in the warm light. “I don’t know. What do you want it to mean?”

“Are you sure you want to know the answer to that?”

What don’t I want it to mean? That list is probably shorter.

“Tell me and we’ll see.” She inclined her head, bringing her ear closer to my mouth. God, she smelled good. Maybe we could call it a night early. Like right now.

“I picked up those Velcro cuffs we talked about the other day.”

“Hmm.” She shrugged. “Maybe if you’re nice.”

“I’m always nice, baby.”

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