I’m guessing he doesn’t have a clue about my history with Maddox, and I’d rather keep it that way.
“Yeah.” I nod. “We all hung around with the same crowd.”
Lucas and Chandler dive into stories from their high school days.
I stifle a yawn, their conversation already lulling me into boredom. Hopefully the cosmo I’m sipping will kick in soon to make the night a little more bearable.
As I bring my glass to my lips for a sip, I see him—the man I’ve been waiting for—and suddenly my night becomes a lot more interesting.
Maddox steps into the club accompanied by Elijah, Andrés, and Andrés’s wife, Katie. He has a way of commanding attention every time he enters a room, and I’m immediately drawn to him.
My heart throbs at the sight of him. He is lookingespeciallyfine tonight. The short-sleeve white button-up shirt he’s wearing accentuates his muscular build and showcases his large biceps.
He catches a glimpse of me in the crowd, haltingin his tracks. My knees go weak as his eyes sweep down my body. His gaze lingers on my breasts before moving to my lips.
When our eyes meet, I casually flip my hair over my shoulder and bite down on my bottom lip, knowing it drives him wild. He draws in a sharp breath, his muscles tensing, proof that it worked.
The way he’s looking at me has my core throbbing with need.
“What’s up, boys!” Chandler throws his hands in the air when Maddox and his friends arrive at our section.
“Hey, man. Happy birthday!” Maddox greets him with a smile.
They pull each other into one of those classic bro hugs.
The server brings over a tray of shots and we all take one to celebrate Chandler’s birthday.
Maddox leaves his friends’ side and walks over—stopping directly behind me. “I know what you’re trying to do,” he whispers.
Our close proximity and the feel of his breath on my skin sends shivers down my spine.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Grabbing my hips, he pulls me closer, pressing his hard cock into my ass. My breath hitches in my throat, the wetness between my legs increasing. “You’re trying to make me jealous. Wearing this dress and showing up withhim.”
I glance over at Lucas, who’s too busy taking more shots with Chandler to notice what’s happening.
“Please. As if I care enough to make you jealous,” I say, pushing my ass back further and causing him to grunt.
“Two can play this game, Monroe.” With a wink, he steps away from me, extinguishing what was building between us and leaving me craving his presence.
A busty blonde woman wearing a dress that barely covers hernipples stares at Maddox from across the room. She twirls her fingers through her hair and gives him a seductive smile.
He smiles back at her and weaves through the crowd to get to her.
Rage sears through me seeing him interact with this woman. He leans in close, whispering in her ear. She throws her head back laughing and rests a hand on his chest.
A playful smile dances on his lips as he glances at me, clearly amused by the angry look on my face.
Okay, Kamado. Game on.
Strutting toward Lucas, I grab his hand, pulling him away from his teammates. “Let’s dance.”
His mouth tilts into a smile and he happily follows me to the dance floor. He holds me close as I grind my hips against him, moving to the beat.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he murmurs, moving his hands down my legs.
I shift my gaze to Maddox, satisfied to catch the scowl on his face and the way he’s gripping his drink tightly.
