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My mouth opened, but I closed it as I thought about what he’d said.

Go to her house.

Something so simple that surely should have crossed my mind, but I hadn’t even considered it. Hannah would stay until I got home; that certainly wasn’t a problem. I could come back in the morning before Everly woke up.

In less than an hour, Sydney’s legs could be wrapped around me, her nipples in my mouth while I buried my cock inside her.

My hard-on returned.

“Now, that’s a possibility,” I told the group.

“Then, what the fuck are you waiting for?” Jenner asked, giving me his drink too. “You’re starting to act like a fucking dinosaur, and it’s scaring the shit out of me.”

“I’m not that bad.”

“No,” Dominick replied. “You’re worse. Now, go think with your dick”—he nodded toward the bar—“and go buy them a round of drinks.”

Jenner pushed my shoulder. “Giddyup.”

Declan added, “And for one goddamn night, stop being the nice guy.”

“All right, all right.” I pushed myself off the stool. “You guys win.”

“Nah,” Dominick said. “You win.”

I walked to the bar, moving in behind Sydney, gently clasping her waist, my mouth not far from her ear, where I whispered, “I can’t stay away from you.”

She’d stiffened from my touch, loosening once she realized it was me. “I’m surprised it took you this long to come over.”

I liked that answer.

And from her profile, I could see her smile.

I handed the bartender my credit card. “Whatever the girls want, it’s on me.”

“Ford …” She looked at me over her shoulder. “You really don’t have to do that—again.”

One of her friends grabbed Sydney’s arm and said, “Speak for yourself, woman. I’m a poor college graduate. If that man wants to buy me a drink, I’m going to say hell yes.”

I laughed as the bartender swiped my card and handed it back to me. “It’s my pleasure. Get whatever you want.” I tightened my grip on Sydney’s waist, my hands scorching from the heat that was coming off her hips. I got closer, wanting to feel more, to soak in her scent.

She pressed her back against my chest and said, “My best friend is much needier than I am.”

“I can handle it.” My mouth moved to the edge of her ear this time, and her exhales matched mine, like our bodies were building together.

“Tequila for all of us,” Gabby said to the bartender.

“None for me,” I replied.

I wanted to remember this.

Every fucking second of it.

“Or for me,” Sydney added.

“What’s wrong with you two?” Gabby asked.

When Sydney turned around, facing me, my stare dipped down her body, slowly taking in those perfect-sized tits and her slim waist, the way the dress hugged the outside of her thighs.

“I have all I need right here.”

Sydney smiled.

A sight so fucking beautiful that it was almost painful.

“Okay, that was the dreamiest answer,” Gabby said. “Please marry that man. Immediately.”

Marriage.

A word that made me shiver.

As Gabby walked toward the other girls, leaving us alone, I closed the space between Sydney and me, holding the back of her head.

Several seconds of silence passed before I said, “I’m going to do something that I never do.”

“What’s that?”

“Ask you to leave with me.”

Her teeth were back, grazing her lip. “Please, that’s something I never, ever do.”

She was a good girl.

An innocent girl.

I’d felt that long before she said it.

My hand lowered to her stomach, the flatness as sexy as the dip of her curves. “Let’s get out of here.” When she didn’t argue, I added, “Tell your friends, so they don’t worry about you.”

While she went over to where the three of her friends had moved, I turned toward Dominick. Once his eyes caught mine, I nodded and mouthed, I’m out.

I know, he mouthed back.

By the time I faced Sydney again, she was joining me.

My hand went to her lower back, and I brought her outside to where my SUV was waiting. I opened the door for her, and once she was in, I climbed in after and wrapped an arm around her back, pulling her toward me.

As soon as Stan had us out of the lot and onto the main road, I kissed across her cheek and whispered, “Give my driver your address.”

She quickly glanced at me. “We can’t go to my apartment.”

“We … can’t?”


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