I turned back to the waitress. “You get all that?” She nodded bluntly and went to turn away, rolling her eyes as she did so.

I saw red.

“Oh, one more thing,” I shouted to her retreating form. She whipped around, annoyance radiating from her bitchy glare, all pretence gone.

I smiled a brilliant smile. “He’s mine now. Spread the word to any other tart who wants a second round with my boyfriend that he’s completely unavailable.” She glared at Rome in fury, then scurried into the crowd. My heart was beating at a mind-bending rate.

Romeo spun me around, biting my neck in manic rapture. “I need you in the closet again… now. Fuck, that was so hot, baby,” he growled.

“Was that bold enough for you?” I asked.

He pushed himself against me again, grinning. “Bold as f**k! I’m friggin’ lovin’ this new you.”

“It’s not new. It was just lying dormant.”

“Then wake the f**k up, baby! Wake. The. Fuck. Up!”

Cass came strutting over with Jimmy-Don, clapping loudly. “Molly Shakespeare! I’ve never heard you talk like that to anyone. I freakin’ loved it! I think I’m rubbin’ off on you, girl! Next time, though, direct that at Shelly. That bitch needs a dose of tough new badass Molly talk!” She leaned down and kissed my head like a proud momma.

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Five minutes later, we all had our shots and hit the dance floor nearest our booth. As we stood Big and Rich’s “Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy)” came through the speakers, and Romeo’s eyes danced in jest as I pressed against him, gyrating to the beat. Cass and Jimmy-Don two-stepped like no other, the crowd offering them a wide berth, and Austin made Lexi jump on his back like a horse when the chorus kicked in.

With every shot of tequila, my inhibitions lowered and Romeo took full advantage, skirting his hand along my sides, brushing his tongue along my exposed skin, and whispering illicit murmurs into my ear.

We didn’t sit down for two hours and had managed to move to a corner of the club, secluding us from people’s constant attention. Romeo was flush against the wall and I danced around him, against him, upon him. I felt his need pressing against my bare thigh and it was at that moment that I made a decision.

I snuggled against him as the intro to Randy Houser’s “How Country Feels” began to play, wrapped my arms around his neck, and watched as a smile broke out on his face as he reciprocated the movements around my waist.

“You okay?”

I shook my head and pouted.

His eyebrows furrowed, his adorable frown line making an appearance. “Why? What’s wrong?”

I combed my fingers through his long hair, my mouth to his ear. “I want to go home.”

“Are you ill? Is somethin’ wrong?”

I sighed and nodded my head yes.

“What is it? Tell me,” he pushed, his hard protective attitude rising to the surface. It was exactly what I wanted to happen.

“I want you to take me home and put me to bed.”

His tongue traced across his bottom lip and his face looked all confused. “Okay, are you tired? It’s still pretty early.”

I shook my head and continued. “I want you to put me to bed… get in beside me… and make love to me.”

At those words, Romeo’s head snapped back and his cocoa eyes lit with instant arousal. His hard pelvis smacked against mine as he pushed me farther against the slick-with-sweat wall. “Are you serious?”

“Deadly.”

Softening his tone, he murmured, “I don’t want you to do anythin’ you ain’t ready for. You’ve been drinkin’. I don’t want you to regret us in the mornin’.”

“I’m not so drunk that my feelings are untrue. I want you, Romeo, no regrets.”

“Then beg me.”

Noticing my surprised reaction, he whispered in a gravelly timbre, “I told you I’d take you only when you begged me, when you wanted me like no other. If you’re at that point, Mol, you have to prove it to me. You have to beg.”

I remembered his words and tremors danced along my skin. He excited me. His verbal foreplay successfully reeled me into his line.

“Romeo Prince, I want you to take me to bed, I want you to undress me slowly, and I want you to make me completely yours. Please, Romeo, make love to me… tonight.”

For a fleeting moment, I thought he was going to just take me right there against the wall, when he ordered, “Go and get your purse. I’ll be waitin’ for you outside. And don’t be long.” He disappeared in the crowd and I could see his hands clenching into frustrated fists as he aggressively pushed his way to the exit.




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