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Her energy is palpable.

Addictive.

With my brain properly fried, I move behind her. Her ass lands on my hardening cock.

I expect her to jump away, but instead she sways into it. Slowly, I put my hands on her full hips, allowing her time to escape.

She doesn’t.

Instead, her hands go up behind her and she pulls me closer, swaying against me, forging through my original plan to watch from a distance. To keep space between us.

She is a temptation I do not want.

She is a temptation I must have.

It's why I can’t stop texting her, even though I know I shouldn’t.

I’m growing too close.

Attached.

Her head falls back against me as she stares up at me. “It’s good to see you.”

Before I can stop myself, I bend over, offering a sloppy upside down kiss, grinding further into her.

It’s electric.

Her fiery scent expands in my lungs, a welcome burn.

Every piece of my being screams to drag her away from here. To rip up her dress and plunge my cock into her.

To choke her with it.

To throw her on the ground and…

I tear myself off her lips.

Just in time to see someone new approach us.

He is all shadows and darkness, standing out against the crowd by the unsurmountable rage that exudes from his pores.

“Cinnamon, what are you doing?” His bark is sharp, one hand is empty, but the other holds a shot.

I can’t see his face as he ducks it down against the chaotic lights.

“Come here, Orzo.”

Shock jolts through me, and I meet his eyes as he steps in front of her. As he joins our motions.

One of her hands stays around my neck, the other wraps around his hips, pulling him to her.

Orzo.

The name is familiar, and it all snaps into place at once as he glares at me.

Not him again.

Go away, he mouths to me as he rolls his hips against her.