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His hand in mine makes me feel powerful. I squeeze it and he squeezes mine back. This man comforts me. Stupid, right? I don’t know him at all, but his vibe is amazing and what he just did for us makes me crush on him harder.

We head out to the dance floor, and I notice Carson’s casually glancing over towards where He-who-is-cliche is standing with his buddies. A low, rumbling growl slips out of his mouth and when he looks down at me, I find myself gravitating closer to him.

Carson is the hottest man I’ve ever been around in my life.

“You line dance?” Leah asks him, immediately stepping into line and going with the music.

“I don’t have a clue how to line dance,” Carson admits. “But I’m a quick learner and very teachable.”

I smile at that. Stepping up, I count and direct him where to go, but the song ends too soon. The DJ goes straight into the Wobble by V.I.C., which makes a bunch of ladies scream and cheer, including Leah.

“YASSSS!” She throws her head back and immediately starts popping her hips to the beat.

Carson’s sandwiched between us and looks lost. He keeps tripping over his own feet and can’t find the beat at all. I grab his hips and yell over the music to tell him what to do. He’s stiff and keeps fucking it all up but hasn’t stopped trying. When it’s time for us to switch direction, I place his hands on my waist and bump my ass against him. Yelling out the steps again, we’re both laughing when we bop into each other because he accidentally turned the wrong way.

I don’t know why I love this so much, but seeing Carson try his best to keep up makes my heart melt and pussy throb. There's something insanely hot about this man’s easy-going nature. Halfway through the song, he finally gets it and my god, this man can move.

Leah howls, clapping for him. “That’s what I’m talking about!”

Carson winks at me before we switch direction again. Now we’re dancing side-by-side. Damn he’s sexy when he thrusts his hips like he’s fucking the air. This man is built for sin. I want him to move like that on top of me. And behind me. And under me.

“You weren’t lying when you said you were a fast learner.”

He cocks his brow and smiles while nailing the steps with the beat. I’m so hot and bothered I trip over myself, and he grabs my arm to steady me. “You good?”

I can only nod because I’m awestruck by him. Carson dominates when he wants, submits when he wants, and has the confidence of a motherfucking warlord. There’s no other way to describe him.

Something in me springs to life. I grab his shirt and yank him into me. He’s too tall for me to reach what I want without him bending down, so I hold him hostage, his shirt bunched in my fists and say, “Kiss me.”

His brow lifts again before he lowers his mouth to mine. The instant our lips touch, I swear I go up in flames. Then Carson grabs me by my ass and lifts me off the floor. Wrapping my legs around his waist, we deepen our kiss and I feel him carrying me away. I run my fingers through his hair. He growls into my mouth. Before I know it, he’s carrying me out of the damn bar like this.

“Where are we going?”

“My place.” Carson’s gaze sets me on fire as he puts me down. “Is that okay with you?”

“Yeah.” It’s more than okay. I wish we weren’t wasting time outside this stupid club talking about it. “Let me just text Leah so she knows.” I pull out my cell and see there’s a text from her already.

LEAH: Have funnnn!

I send her a bunch of fire emojis and a kissy face. I’d feel bad about ditching her, but I know she hates this club and only went because of me. She’d told me she had a hook up later that night anyway, so we were just killing time until her booty call showed up.

Carson pulls his keys out of his pocket. “Want to follow me there?”

“Yeah.”

Turns out, we were parked next to each other in the lot.

“Holy shit, Mak.” I say to myself once I’m alone in my car. “What have you gotten yourself into with this guy?”

Guess there’s only one way to find out.

And my pussy can’t wait.

Chapter 9

Carson

I overstepped tonight and let my emotions rule me. All my normal barriers turned to rubble when I saw that guy come up to Mak at the bar. Jealousy boiled in my gut, turning my dinner into an acid coated rock in my belly. I read his body language and hers. I heard Leah say no to him more than once. Rage threatened to consume me as I’d made my way around that fucking bar and asked Mak to dance with me.