Smooth skin glistened in the strobe lights.
When he straightened and turned, model walking my way with his head raised, I took the time to enjoy the view, taking in the tattoos stretching across his chest and down both arms.
Colt shouted encouragement, stuck his fingers in his mouth, and cat-called with a piercing whistle.
Money flew through the air, and a collective gasp swept through the room when Bishop removed his coat.
Rafe was now the only one still wearing all his clothes.
He reached down, taking hold of his belt, and removed it with a slap of sound that shivered down my spine.
I’d never seen anything sexier in my entire life.
The crowd went wild.
Bills littered the stage, and Colt ducked forward to scrape them into a pile.
I reminded myself to be professional, but the sight of three men stripping right in front of me threatened to undo my control.
“If this is how your old lady looks at you in public, I can only imagine what she does in private.” The masculine jeer came from behind me.
I stiffened but didn’t turn.
Rafe stalked to the edge of the stage, eyes cold enough to murder with a look. “At least we have someone willing to look at us.”
The crowd murmured.
Colt returned to my side. “Shit. I don’t know what’s going on, but we have to sell this. Rafe, Ash, and Bishop are sticking their necks out for you. Having a reporter around is one thing. Claiming you’re their old lady and getting heckled over it is bad.”
“Sell it?” I dug my heels into the hard floor to keep from running away.
“Look at her.” A snort of laughter rebounded over the music. “She’s ready to tuck tail and run.”
Fuck this shit.
I gathered up every scrap of courage I possessed and stepped onto the stage.
Sell it.
The words reverberated with every strum of bass that drummed my heart.
Sell it.
I took a step.
Bishop stood closest to me.
His hands opened and closed into fists.
Tendons bunched and released in his forearms, and the thunderous look on his face almost stopped me.
Instead of letting fear control me, I stepped into his space and looped my arms around his neck.
Damn, he was tall.
I ran my hands over the buzzed hair and down the back of his neck, pulling him down for a kiss.
His lips claimed mine with a searing heat.
