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As soon as Alison’s lips touched his, Harker’s control vanished. He’d wanted her for so f*****g long. His hands slid under her skirt, cupping her ass and lifting her against him. His tongue slid across her lips. She opened immediately, letting him inside but it wasn’t enough. A kiss would never be enough. He turned and headed for the back of the Club.
She pulled her mouth away from his. “Where are you going? Put me down.”
“No.” This time she’d have to say her safeword because otherwise nothing would stop him from f*****g his wife.
“But...” She glanced around. “People are looking at us.”
“So.” He walked faster. No way in hell was he going to be forced to slow down because of the crowd again. “Your ass is covered. Most of it anyway.” Her loose skirt hung over his hands.
“Yeah
