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“What about the others?” I ask, staring down into her eyes.

“Don’t worry about them. They can look after themselves. Tonight, though, I think I need a little help.”

I press in closer, wrapping my arms around her. “Is that right?”

“Yep. So much so, I think you might need to stay over to take care of me.”

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SIENNA

“No sex in my car.”

I pull away from Calvin’s lips as those harshly spoken words bounce around the enclosed space. I look up, and the second our eyes connect, laughter erupts.

I’m firmly on the tipsy side of drunk, where everything is funnier than it should be, and all my worries have floated away. It’s an incredible place to be after the last few weeks of stress.

Work is over for the holidays, and I’m currently sitting in the lap of the sexiest man I know.

Calvin came to the club to find me.

My heart races at the thought of him seeking me out.

I know exactly who’s responsible for sending him to me, and I will make sure I thank her for it later. But right now, I’m a little too distracted to be messaging my best friend.

“You got it,” Calvin confirms before threading his fingers into the hair at the back of my neck and claiming my lips all over again.

The driver said no sex, not no kissing.

Not that I’m thinking about the driver while I’ve got Calvin’s mouth and hands on me.

“Christ,” he grunts into our kiss as I slip my fingers under the hem of his T-shirt and slide my palm up his abs. His skin is burning up, and his muscles bunch as I push higher. Then, I press my nails against his skin and drag them all the way back down.

A deep groan of need rumbles in his chest. I tell myself to stop when I hit his waistband, but the second my fingers touch fabric, I can’t stop myself.

I palm his hard length and watch happily as his eyelids fall closed and he drags his bottom lip between his teeth.

When he opens his eyes again and meets mine, they’re blazing.

Desire floods my core. My panties were already ruined from dancing with him.

I lean forward so I can whisper in his ear, “I’m so wet for you.”

“Fucking hell, darlin’.” He groans.

I want to say that I confessed that quietly, but the low curse the driver lets out suggests otherwise.

“Need you alone,” Calvin tells me. “Need to peel this dress off your body and discover what you’re wearing beneath.”

“What if I’m not wearing anything?”

His eyes widen and his nostrils flare as he considers my question. My heart thunders in my chest as his hand lifts from my waist. My skin erupts with goose bumps as he grazes up my ribs, and by the time his palm cups my bare breast, my nipples are aching against the heavy fabric of my dress.

“Fuck.” He groans, discovering what I suspect he already knew from my backless dress. I’m not wearing a bra.

“Need you alone,” he repeats before crashing his lips to mine.

As he kisses me, he continues to tease my breasts, squeezing me gently and pinching my nipples through my dress.