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Just a little.

Levin’s eyes dropped.

Then came right back to mine.

And that look alone made my stomach tighten.

He pulled my stool closer.

My breath caught.

“Lev—”

His hand slid under my dress.

Slow. Like he had all the time in the world.

Two fingers found me already wet.

I sucked in air.

He didn’t rush. Just pushed them in, curling, rubbing that spot like he already knew I hadn’t been touched right in months.

“Shit…”

I tried to keep my face normal. Failed. A moan slipped out at the bar.

He fingered me deep. Thumb on my clit. Not sloppy. Not frantic. Exactly the kind of spontaneous shit I had been begging Xavier for.

“Levin, what the fuck?”

I grabbed his wrist underneath the bar.

Not pulling him away.

Just holding on.

“People can see.”

He leaned closer.

“Look around, Sam.”

I did.

Nesha had disappeared somewhere with Tyler.

The couple farther down the bar wasn’t paying us any fucking attention.

Nobody was.

Because in this place?

We might’ve been the most innocent motherfuckers in the building.

“Ain’t nobody worried about you,” Levin murmured. “Everybody doing the same shit.”

I looked back at him.