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tempted to touch herself, to give her body the release it was suddenly screaming for.
    “You like to watch.”
    The deep, male voice directly behind Paige made her jump. The fact that the sexy-as-sin timbre belonged to Sawyer made her insides quiver and amped up the lust that was making her more and more restless by the minute. He wasn’t touching her, but she could feel the heat of his body, could smell the familiar spice of man and cologne. Every part of her responded to his scent—breasts swelling and pussy clenching—and she hated that he still had the ability to make her crave his touch.
    She didn’t turn around. Instead, she shored up her defenses, refusing to allow him to see or hear how vulnerable he made her feel. “Watching is safe,” she said, proud of how strong her voice sounded.
    “But not nearly as satisfying,” he murmured, his seductive words a tease that added another layer of desire to build inside of her.
    He placed his hands on her waist, and she swallowed back a gasp, shocked by the bold move. She was grateful for the barrier of her corset stays and the heavy fabric that protected her from skin-to-skin contact with this man. She didn’t think she could handle the actual feel of his hands on her.
    She tightened her fingers around the railing and tried to sound blasé, when she was anything but indifferent to him. “What do you want, Sawyer?”
    “You.”
    Just like that, the past crashed through her…how he’d always made her feel so desired and beautiful and how he’d ultimately betrayed her with Ashley.
    Her emotions suddenly felt chafed raw, and she swallowed back the lump that formed in her throat. “I want to hate you,” she said, truly wishing she could. Lord knew she’d tried to despise him for the way he’d hurt her, but there was no denying that her heart wanted to forgive him. It was a constant tug-of-war she struggled with.
    “You should hate me,” he said, moving closer so that the front of his body aligned with the back of hers in one long, lean wall of muscle and heat. His low, husky voice, tinged with regrets, whispered in her ear, “But not tonight.”
    She wasn’t sure what to make of that statement, but her body wanted to believe that tonight, the need smoldering within her was mutual.
    “What are you doing here, Paige?” he asked huskily.
    A few minutes ago, she would have replied with a callous I’m here to get laid just to irk him, but instead, she answered more honestly. “I’m here for pleasure.”
    Still behind her, he slid his hands over the swell of her hips and down the sides of her leather miniskirt until he reached the hem. “Then let me be the one to give it to you.”
    Again, her response should have been a succinct screw you , followed up with her elbow ramming into his ribs to make him move away, but she couldn’t say or do either. But the words that did come out of her mouth were just as brash. “What about your date? Don’t you think she’ll be pissed off when she finds out you’re with another woman? Oh, wait, I forgot, that’s how you roll.”
    She heard him swear beneath his breath at her dig, but surprisingly, he didn’t take his hands off her like she expected. Instead, he gripped the hem of her skirt in his fists and gradually inched it up. “I didn’t come here with a woman,” he said in a soft growl. “Right here, right now, you’re the only woman I want. If you don’t want this, say the club’s safe word now, because once I touch you, really touch you, I’m not stopping until I make you come.”
    Stunned by the promise in his voice, in his words, she could barely breathe, let alone speak. And did she really want to? she thought, aching for what he was offering. With him standing behind her and out of her sight, she could pretend he was that sexy stranger she’d intended to hook up with tonight. He could be anything and anyone she wanted him to be.
    Her heart raced as he dragged her skirt up higher and higher, until the