Jaz lifted his head from my neck. “After what she just saw in your head, I don’t think you had a chance.”

The others laughed and kept on Tony, razzing him, but Jaz’s attention returned to me, his hands rubbing my arms, then sliding down my legs, his whispers telling me he was well on the way to being drunk. I leaned back against him and lapped it up.

“What time is it?” he murmured.

I sputtered a laugh. “Why? Is there someplace you need to be?”

“No, just wondering. I’d check myself but…” His fingers slid to the inside of my thighs. “My hands are busy.”

I sighed and lifted my arm. There, on my wrist, was a sparkling new gold and silver Cartier.

“Holy shit.”

“You said yours was a cheapie.” He nibbled my earlobe. “You deserve better.”

I lifted the watch, admiring it through the haze of tequila. “It’s gorgeous.”

“Yours is in your purse.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” His nibbles moved down the side of my neck, making me shiver. “But I hope that’s not all I get.”

I twisted to kiss him over my shoulder.

“Uh-uh.”

He put his hands under my armpits and lifted me from his lap and for a second, my fogged brain scrambled to figure out what I’d done wrong. Then he turned me around to face him.

“Ah.” I swung my leg over his lap, straddling him. “Better?”

He put his hands on my rear and boosted me closer. “Much. Now, as you were about to do…”

I brought my lips up to his. Any other time, that would have been all I’d have done—a quick buss with a teasing promise that he’d get more later…when we weren’t in a nightclub, on the edge of a crowded dance floor, sitting at a table surrounded by his friends. I’m a private person, and it doesn’t get much more public than that. But my brain still buzzed from the tequila and my body buzzed from the heist.

I kissed him the way I would have kissed him back there, if Guy hadn’t interrupted—a deep, hungry kiss, legs wrapping around his hips, body pressed against his, hands twining in his curls. He kissed me back as if this was exactly what he’d hoped for, his mouth crushing mine, tongue sliding in.

I dimly heard the catcalls of the others. “I’ll have what he’s having.” “Get a room!” “Hell, no, stay here and we’ll clear off the table.”