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then I’m going to shave off that little curly bit of hair that’s getting in the way of me tasting and feeling every delicious fold of your pussy.” My heart rate sped up at the erotic image he’d created. “I’ve already done it,” I whispered. “In the shower this morning. I wanted to show you this afternoon but you were so wrapped up in work.”
    His brows lifted. “There are certain things I don’t object to being interrupted about.”
    I molded my body to his, wishing I had indeed risked interrupting him. My heels meant I was taller than usual and my mound touched just below his crotch, my mouth hovering just below his ear. “Beneath this little skirt is the tiniest pair of knickers you could ever imagine, Liam, then there’s just my pussy, waiting for you.” I pressed my hand into his back, squeezed his body closer and felt him hardening beneath his jeans.
    “I’m waiting for your tongue, Liam. I’m desperate for your clever, wicked tongue that makes me feel so alive.”
    He pulled his head back and licked his lips. “Oh, you’re so bad,” he said, his eyelids heavy. “And you’re going to get it so damn good when we get home.” 43
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    I giggled and rested my cheek into the dent between his shoulder and collarbone.
    One of his hands slid to my butt and the other to my shoulder. Even through the vibrations of the music I could feel his heart beating against my breast.
    We danced to another two slow songs then I scanned the crowd and spotted Quinn at the bar. He was talking to a woman—a tall, willowy woman with pale blonde hair flowing down her back. Their faces were level and she was chatting animatedly. I watched as he nodded and took a sip of his drink. Her pale pink lips were moving fast, her hands gesturing. She pointed a finger at him, at his face, at his chest, lifted her palms to the air. He leaned in and said something close to her ear, his head bent low and close, the nape of his neck exposed.
    I lifted my head from Liam and continued to study the exchange as we swayed against each other slowly. He planted a kiss on my hair.
    The woman tipped her head back and laughed at what Quinn had just said. Quinn grinned too and rested his forearm on the bar toward her. The light bounced off his ring and his long fingers stretched out straight. She placed her hand over his wrist, her fingers wrapping around the skin just below his watch.
    My heart stuttered. Quinn made no move to shake off her touch. Nor did she appear to be in any rush to let go. A weight like a ball of lead sank in my stomach. A flush crept up to my cheeks and smoldered beneath my eyes. Who the hell was this woman touching my husband, laughing and talking to him in such a close and comfortable manner?
    I pushed back from Liam. “I want to go home.”
    “Suits me, baby,” he said. His body tensed. “What’s wrong?”
    “Who is that?” I asked.
    “Who?”
    “Who is Quinn talking to?”
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    Liam slid a hand from me as he turned to look in the direction of my glare. “I dunno,” he said. “Someone he works with probably.” I huffed as emotions pinged around inside me. I’d never seen Quinn so relaxed, so at ease with another woman. Maybe it was instinct, perhaps it was paranoia, but something told me to get over there and claim what belonged to me.
    I dodged through the crowd, slanting my shoulders and scooting past dancing couples. Each step I took tightened my guts until I felt quite nauseous.
    “Hey,” I said, drawing up next to Quinn. I placed my hand up his back and curled my fingers over his shoulder in a possessive, familiar way. “Can you take me home now? I’m tired.”
    He stopped speaking and looked down at me. For a second his smile faltered as he stared into my eyes, then he dropped a quick kiss to my cheek. “Sure thing,” he said.
    “But first meet Eve Knight. She’s the new surgical manager I was telling you about.”
    “Oh.” I smiled at her. My smile wasn’t spreading