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This is casual whether anyone believes me or not.

Dalton looks up from his phone again and his gaze finds me immediately. His jaw goes slack and he arches a brow as he pushes off the wall and his gaze trails down the front of my body. He’s fighting back a smile and when he meets my eyes, his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip.

Oh, fuck me.

“Jesus Christ,” Morgan whispers under her breath. “I bet the sex was fucking life changing.”

I nudge her and hiss her name to shut her up as we meet the guys in front of the club entrance.

“Hey, gorgeous,” Dalton says, his gaze dropping down to my bare chest and my belly does another little flip as I flash him a smile.

“Hi.”

Morgan clears her throat and when I glance over at her, my brow arched, she has an “oh, I’m so innocent” smile on her face and I roll my eyes.

“This is Morgan, my best friend,” I say, gesturing to her. “She’s visiting from Arizona.”

“Nice to meet you, Morgan,” Dalton says, reaching forward and grabbing my hand before pulling into his side. “These two idiots are Jumper and Gear.”

“Ladies,” the one he called Jumper says, winking in my direction and Dalton lets out a growl from my side that has me glancing up at him.

“Keep your eyes to your fucking self.”

With a shit eating grin on his face, Jumper holds up his hands in surrender and takes a step back before swerving to approach Morgan.

“Madam,” he says, offering her his arm and she flashes him a smile as she loops her arm through his. Gear rolls his eyes and gestures to the club.

“Let’s go get a drink.”

“Yes, please,” Morgan says, nodding. “I’m ready to dance.”

We all head inside, Jumper and Morgan taking up the lead with Gear in the middle. Dalton and I bring up the back and he leans down as we step into the club, the pulsing music filling my senses.

“You look fucking incredible, baby,” he whispers into my ear and a shiver winds its way down my spine. I meet his eyes and grin.

“You don’t look so bad yourself.”

His smile is pure sex and I glance away, biting my lip to try and control my reaction to it.

God, I want him again.

Jumper lets out a whistle, drawing our attention to him as he points to the bar and we all nod, following behind him. Club Voodoo has the exact vibe you would expect. It’s dark, haunting but insanely sexy. Deep purple and green lights flash around the room and the tables have an old southern feel to them and if I didn’t know better, I would guess that we’d been transported to the heart of New Orleans. There is a small balcony wrapped around the second floor of the entire room. Spanish moss hangs off the iron fencing and a giant skylight in the middle of the room lets the moonlight flood into the space.

“What do you think?” Dalton asks, scanning the club and I shake my head.

“It’s amazing.

He smiles and leans down, sealing his lips over mine. This kiss is over way too soon for my liking and then he tilts his head towards the bar.

“What do you want to drink, baby?”

I glance over at the bar before meeting his gaze. “Vodka cranberry.”

“You got it.” He pulls me into his arms, keeping me close as he leans in towards the bar to be heard over the music and his scent fills my nose - amber, leather, a hint of vanilla and something slightly spicy. It’s addictive and I just want to bury my face in his chest.

Instead, I turn to look out at the club. Bodies are milling around on the dance floor, some grinding together while others are just moving beside each other. The bass of the music pumps through my body and I begin to rock my hips ever so slightly. Dalton comes back to me with my drink in his hand and a grin on his face as he presses my swaying body to his.

“You wanna dance, Lennon?”