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to loosen up a little, dancing again now, his two partners doing their best to hold onto Skye's attention. Skye kept looking for Liam, and when their eyes would meet, he smiled, expression expectant. Like he was just waiting for Liam to come pullhimawayfromthose guys.

He shouldn't, though. This was what Skye was after. Hooking up, meeting guys, having a sociallife. He was doingjust fine at it onhis veryfirst outing, and Liam knew he ought to just leave him to it. The pretense he needed Liam for anything was just that--a pretense. Liam should turn around and walk off the dance floor and right out ofSkye's life.

He did the exact opposite.

He strode forward, shouldering his way through the crowd, and caught Skye's hand with a slow grin. The expression on Skye's face was enough to boost Liam's ego for a month, how he just immediately forgot about the guys he'd been dancing with and drifted toward Liam, right into his arms.

Liamgave the others a shamelessly smug look, as if to say, Too bad, he's mine. For now Skye was, and damned if he was going to slip away into the night before Skye was done with him. Or before he was done withSkye. Whichever wayit went. Maybe both.

Chapter 9

Liam led Skye off the dance floor and over to a spot in the corner of the club, where the bass didn't thump nearly so loud. He backed Skye against the wall and bent his head to nudge his soft mouth. "I told you. They were staring at you, my own. They wanted you." Possessiveness was ananimalbarelyleashed inside him.

Skye seemed to sense it, swaying toward him, awayfromthe wall, arms around his neck. "I don't care. I wanted you." He curled his fingers on Liam's back. "I liked knowingtheywanted me, though. It felt good."He laughed a little, the sound almost giddy. "I had no idea it felt that way."

"Being desired?" Liam asked, nudging his knee between Skye's thighs. Almost immediately, Skye rocked against it.

"Yeah. I had no... Wow. Just wow."

Liam nodded. "Wow, indeed. Come here." He pulled awayand grabbed Skye's hand, pullinghimalong behind him down the hall toward the bathrooms. Skye followed without question, but once the bathroomdoor swung shut, his brows furrowed as he peered at Liam throughthe dimlighting.

"What are we--"

He didn't get a chance to finish his question before Liamcaught the front ofhis shirt and pulled himinto one of the empty stalls, slamming the door shut and sliding the lock.

Liam kissed him, deep and primal, pressing Skye back against the stall door. The bathrooms at Piranha were legendary for one reason--each stall was its own tiny room. Floor to ceiling walls, an actual door. Privacy. Debauchery. It was the stuff legends were made ofand five-star online ratings, too.

When the kiss broke, Liam cupped Skye's chin in his hand, meeting his eyes. "Look at me. What's your safeword, Skye?"

Skye blinked. "What? Liam, what are we..." Liam shook his head sharply, grabbing Skye's wrists and dragging them above his head to pin against the door. "I said, what's your safeword, Skye?"

"S-Suspenders."

Liam let out a soft growl. "Good boy." Then he turned Skye to face the door, still holding his wrists in one hand, and reached around to tug open Skye's jeans.

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Skye's jaw dropped, unable to believe this was even happening. They were in a public restroom. There were other people just outside the door. Skye had seen them when Liam had whisked him inside. Oh my God, they must know exactly what was going on in their stall. Just the fact there were two of them kind of gave it

away.Oh my God.

"Liam...Liamwe can't. No, no...Liam..."

Liam didn't stop, rough hand yanking Skye's jeans

down around his thighs, and suddenly Skye realized why Liam had demanded he tell him his safeword. Because Skye was going to have to use it if he wanted Liamto stop.

Whichmade Skye wonder ifhe reallydid. There was a harsh slipping sound and the next thing he knew Liam was winding his belt around Skye's wrists, pulling it tight and buckling it around the hook on the back of the door. Skye's knees went weak and he leaned against the cool wood, heart pounding. Whatever had come over Liam, Skye didn't want it to stop. There was no way he was using his safeword, not now, not here. Even the mortification of knowing total strangers knew he was about to get fucked in a public place added to the arousaltearingthroughhim.

Since when had he become a complete exhibitionist? He knew the answer. The same answer as everything else in the last week--Liam. Liam brought things out in him, dragging things to the surface Skye wasn't even aware existed. Things he never would have suspected. Like the fact that, apparently, he had a good bit of slut in him and hadn't known it. He didn't know how else to explain the way he thrust his ass back and rubbed against Liam's denim-covered hard-on.

Liam pressed closer, until Skye was sure not so much as a breath could squeeze between them. God, it felt good, and he didn't even care they were in public. Allhe cared about was gettingmore. More ofLiamand the insane feelings he created inside Skye.

"Liam, please..." he whined, hips grinding back. He had never hated a pair of jeans as much as he did Liam's just then. He'd give just about anything for them to be skin on skin. What was a little scary was he thought Liamknew it, too.

"Please what, my own?"Liamwhispered against his nape, teethscrapingthere.

Skye shuddered, head tiltingforward to expose that tender spot to him more, his heart racing so fast he thought he might pass out. "Please, more..."

Liam's teeth closed on his skin more sharply than before and, strangely, Skye knew exactlywhy.

"Please, more, Sir. Sir..."

And then, God help him, Skye