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  “You got it, brat.”

  “Later, taters.” Lacey blew Morgan a kiss, then disappeared into the writhing mob of dancers.

  “Hey.” Trip sat on the arm of the couch, but kept one arm behind his back. “Can we talk?” He’d forgotten how much furniture Lacey had talked him into using for the bathroom. What women needed a couch for, he wasn’t sure. Did they use it to wait on each other? He shrugged to himself, then shoved the thoughts aside. This moment was all about Morgan.

  “This is the ladies’ room.” Morgan rested her hands on her hips. “You shouldn’t be in here.”

  “It’s my club. My rules.” He hooked his thumb in the loops of his jeans.

  “Asshole.” Her eyes narrowed, and her lips drew up in a bow.

  “Me? I’m a nice guy.” Trip snorted. “I want to talk to you. If this is where I have to corner you, then fine. What’s crawled up your ass? Huh? We have a good thing together.”

  “I don’t know. Lots of things”—she curled her fingers in the air—“have crawled up my ass, as you put it. But I’m angry because there are a lot of things you never told me. Owning this place? Lacey being your sister? That’s a lot to leave out. And you want to take things farther. I don’t do casual. I want to know the man I date. I don’t feel like I know you at all.”

  “Morgan, slow down. I never told you because I let you do all the talking. You tell me you need a listener. I listen.” He handed her the rose he’d hidden behind his back. Might as well give her the damn flower.

  “This was for you, before you left.” He braced himself for the snappy comeback. Would she even want the flower or would she throw it back in his face? Who knew?

  “Oh.” Morgan crept closer to him and took the flower. The deep red contrasted with her mocha skin. “Thank you.” She touched the rose petals, then dusted the flower under her nose. “Smells wonderful.” She sat down opposite him on the couch. “Why don’t you start from the beginning? I’m here to listen to you.”

  His heart splintered. He’d been dishonest by not telling her his whole story, and she deserved the truth. Time to be honest. “Valentine’s Day doesn’t usually work for me. I tend to get the shaft. Women want something from me I can’t give them, and I get screwed over. I thought things with us would be different. I see you and I want to try again. I want to give love a chance.” He slid off the arm of the couch onto the cushion. “I should’ve said something before. My heart ran away with my brain.”

  “I’m just one of your waitresses.”

  “Who happens to be sexy as hell.” He trailed his fingers over the softness of her cheek. “So sexy.” Seeing the deep brown of her skin against the creamy color of his fingers turned him on. She contrasted with him in so many ways, and he wanted to explore them all. “You fuzz up my brain and make me think about forever. I like it.”

  “You’re delirious.” She rolled her eyes, but didn’t flinch from his touch.

  “Probably.” He shrugged and inched across the couch to her. “I did say my brain wasn’t firing on all cylinders.”

  Morgan climbed onto his lap, then nodded to something over his shoulder. “There isn’t some funny glass in here, too, is there?”

  “Nope.”

  “Good.” She trailed her fingers up and down his chest. “I didn’t want to live out my fantasy here.”

  “So I was right?”

  She crooked one brow. “This will be the only time I admit it. But yes, you were right.” Her eyes sparkled in the fluorescent lights. She licked her lips, then reached behind her neck. The ties of her dress slid down her breasts, revealing her to him. His mouth watered as each chocolate nipple came into view.

  Trip palmed her breast, thrilled to feel her peaked nipple under his hand.

  “Yes.” Morgan closed her eyes and arched into his touch. “Please?”

  Oh, yeah, he’d give her more. He curled one arm around her waist, tugging her close. From her neck to her breasts, he kissed and learned her curves. Each tiny moan turned his senses inside out. She clawed at his shoulders, her nails biting through the fabric of his shirt. He welcomed the burn.

  “Mark me, babe. Show me you like this,” he rasped against her throat.

  Morgan writhed on his lap. “I do.”

  He pinched one nipple in his fingers, then sucked on the other. Her taste exploded on his tongue. God. What a woman! She tasted like cinnamon and sex. He nuzzled her breasts. Could a man get lost learning the dips and valleys of his woman?

  If she were his. All his.

  “I need more of you.” He nudged her back on his lap long enough to unleash his cock. The zipper bit into his skin, and he groaned as he parted the stretched denim. Her gaze vacillated between his dick and his eyes. Morgan curled her fingers around him and stroked.

  Pleasure exploded at the base of his brain, and he rocked on the couch, thrusting in her hands. “Jesus.”

  “My name is Morgan.” She grinned, then hiked her skirt past her hips. Trip slid his fingers between her pussy lips and caressed the satin skin. One finger, then two went into her wet heat. When she shuddered and clamped her muscles on him, he groaned.

  “More.” She scooted forward and lined his cock up with her cunt. “Hard.”

  “Yeah.” Damn. She frazzled his thoughts and had him talking in one-word answers. No other woman did that to him—just her. God, he loved her. Trip pushed the extra fabric of her skirt aside and touched her soft hips.

  Morgan swayed on his lap, fucking herself on him. Sweat shone on her mocha skin, and she glistened like a goddess in the sunshine. Trip leaned forward and dragged his tongue between her breasts. Just to stay there, right there inside her forever—that’s what he wanted.

  “Trip.”

  He gripped her hips and pushed deep into her pussy. “I don’t know where I end and you begin.” Using the floor and the back of the couch as leverage, he thrust until he worked himself into a perfect rhythm. Groans rumbled in his throat. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him close.

  Morgan trembled, and her tiny whimpers filled the room. “So close.”

  “Then let go.” God knew she had him on a damned hair trigger. His balls ached, and desire raced up and down his spine. “Need you, babe.”

  “Right. Here,” she blurted and tipped her head back. “Oh.”

  Trip clutched her to his chest and gave in to the orgasm. From his head to his toes, his body shook, and stars exploded behind his eyes. Never let her go, that was what he’d do. She meant the world to him. Nothing mattered but her.

  Now to convince her to stick around forever.

  Five

  Morgan snuggled tight to his chest. Double the sex in one night and with the sexiest man she knew. A girl could only be so lucky, and she’d take all the luck coming her way. Who was she kidding? She loved him. Parting would suck, but she’d accept whatever fate had in store for them. Trip meant too much to walk away.

  “Holy shit.” Trip rested his head on the back of the couch. “Either you were that eager or I’m convenient. Either way, I don’t care.”

  “You’re right.” She knew him too well. He cared more than he admitted, and that was what she wanted. She needed him to care about her. Needed him to be there for her. He’d been the one to listen and worry about her more than anyone. Sex wasn’t the deal-breaker, but the dealmaker.

  “Okay, I lied. I care.” He closed his eyes and grabbed her hand. “I figured convenient, but fucking hell. This is why I don’t do Valentine’s Day. Why I hate love. I get my hopes up and my heart involved and for what—”

  Morgan rocked forward and silenced him with a kiss. Go figure he’d fly off the handle. He needed to hear the rest of what she wanted to say. She wrapped her arms around his neck. “You did it for me and I loved it.”

  “What?”

  “You’re right.” Tears spilled from her eyes faster than she could hold the emotions back. “You’re the one for me. I—I didn’t want to look weak or like I wanted your money. You’re the reason I
came to work here at Club56. You’re like a god, and I’m just me.” And God, it felt good to admit the truth. Her heart soared in her chest, and her spirits buoyed.

  “You’re perfect to me.” Trip threaded his fingers into her hair and rested his forehead on hers. “You’re the one I want.” He kissed her cheeks, chin, then settled on her lips. “Love you.”

  “Wish I’d figured it out a little faster.” She licked her lips, tasting the salt from his kiss.

  “You’re here now.” He kissed her again, this time lingering and swiping his tongue over her bottom lip. “And one of these times I’ll make love to you in my bed.”

  “What about tonight?” She leaned back in his arms, then retied the strings of her dress. Morgan flattened her hands on his chest. “This couch is nice, but it’s not comfy like a bed.”

  “Don’t fuck with my head, Morgan.” He rubbed her hands. “I’m on the edge, here. One wrong word, and you’ll rip my heart to shreds.”

  No more pain, no more heartache. “I’ve been more than a little in love with you since the moment I met you. You’ve shown me I’m an attractive woman. You made my Valentine’s Day complete more than I ever expected.” More than she’d ever dreamed.

  “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you, Morgan. Don’t push me away again.”

  “I’m not. I’m holding on so tight. I love you, Trip. Take me home so we can initiate your bed.” Morgan slid off his lap and severed the connection. Her skirt slipped back into place, and she gasped to catch her breath. “Let’s go.” She tapped her foot and folded her arms, faking irritation. “Trip.”

  “God, I love you, Morgan.” Trip stuffed his cock back into his pants, then fished around his pocket for something. Probably his phone.

  “Better zip before you forget.” She nodded to his lower half.

  “I will.” He pulled the phone from his pocket, pressed buttons, then held the device to his ear. “Lace, you’re closing tonight. I’ll be busy.”

  He held the phone away from his ear as a shriek resounded through the room.

  Morgan sank down on his lap and grinned. “She’s happy.”

  “I think she approves.” Trip grinned and pocketed his phone. He rubbed her back in wide circles. “Ready? Valentine’s Day doesn’t have to end at midnight.”

  “That was more than two hours ago, anyway.”

  “Minor technicality.” He shrugged, then patted her ass. “We can make whatever day we want Valentine’s Day if you’re ready to take a chance with me.”

  “I love you, Trip. I’m so ready.”