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small of my exposed back – tingles running up and down my spine at his touch – and leads me out of the club.
    We walk around to the parking lot and as we near my beat up black Honda Civic, I get self-conscious. These men around me are obviously men of means, men with more money than I can ever hope to earn, and here I am: an exotic dancer with a crappy apartment and an even crappier car.
    “ Oh shit, I owned one of these in college!” Wyatt exclaims pointing at my baby. “I got so much pussy in the back seat of Lola.”
    “ You named your car?” I ask with a smile, relaxing and not so self-conscious anymore.
    “I name all my cars,” he replies. “In high school, I had Bertha, my dad’s old station wagon. In college I had two girls: Lola and Irene, both Honda Civics.”
    “Now he’ s got Ursula,” Johann chimes in. “His Jeep Grand Cherokee.”
    “ Ursula is stacked ,” Luke expresses, making lewd gestures with his hands in front of his chest.
    I laugh, feeling even more at ease with these guys. Fishing out my keys, I feel Collin ’s hand run up my back again. His touch messes with my head so much that I drop the keys from my – now shaking – hand. My skin is heated and all I can think about is where I would prefer his hand. On my stomach. On my breasts. Between my thighs… oh, yes !
    I realize I’ m frozen to the spot when Collin reaches down and snatches my keys up. He stares at me intently when he places them back into my hands, our fingers touching and sparking. His lips part and his Adam’s apple bobs with a swallow.
    All of a sudden, it feels like we ’re the only ones out here. The night air becomes thick with a tension that we don’t dare break. My nipples pebble at the intent of his stare and my mouth goes dry. I peek my tongue out and wet my lips. His eyes follow, dilating at the simple action.
    Collin’ s hand tentatively reaches out and grips my hip and I almost groan, biting my bottom lip to prevent it. Belatedly, I realize that I’m panting and that Collin is inching ever so slowly toward me. His eyes catch sight of my tightened peaks and his sharp intake of breath is enough to undo me. My legs start to feel very much unlike my own, weakening. I have never had such a reaction to anyone in my life. It has only ever been him.
    “ This is great,” I faintly hear what I think is Connor’s amused voice.
    Collin jolts, knocking the keys out of my hands again. Moment broken. He swallows thickly and blinks away the veil of desire that had him hypnotized.
    As if I did something wrong, he glares at me. Glares! The nerve of the man. I narrow my eyes at him and huff, bending clear over in front of him to retrieve my keys. My ass bumps into his erection and he hisses. I smirk with triumph knowing he is that affected by me. Collective groans ring out from the guys as they stare at my butt.
    “You can’ t bend over like that, Pippi,” Connor says, openly adjusting himself.
    I smile at the use of his childhood name for me. He always said my hair reminded him of Pippi Longstocking. Never mind that her hair was never as red as mine. I remember telling him that I felt more like a Carrot Top than a Pippi, but he had said that it was his opinion and his nickname to give. I never argued with him again.
    “Gross, Connor,” I mutter, scrunching my face up.
    No matter how close we are, the lines of friendship have never been crossed with Connor and me. We’ve never even thought about it. Were always friends and always will be. But with Collin? I wanted – want – to have his babies. He doesn’t need to know that, though.
    “ Can we focus?” Collin snaps. Gosh, he’s moody.
    “Sir, yes, sir,” I tease, snapping to attention.
    The guys chuckle around me and Collin ’s glare becomes even deadlier. I have to clamp my mouth down tightly just so I don’t dissolve into a fit of giggles. It is so easy to rile him up.
    “ Where do you live?” Collin asks.
    “ Not too far from here, about seven