She wore the blue halter dress, and goddamn did she wear it well. Maddox didn’t bother to hide his admiration. For the first time he had a license to enjoy what he wanted to enjoy. The sudden liberation was intoxicating. He already felt a little drunk and he hadn’t even broken open the Patron yet. He opened the door to his shop and let them in. After he locked up, he turned and there she was, smiling and beautiful and smelling fucking amazing. “Hello again,” she said, leaning into him. Her lips pressed against his and his hand gravitated down her waist, over the smooth fabric of the dress that covered her ass. Fuck, she felt amazing, too, all soft curves and spicy scent that hit his nostrils while they kissed. She pulled away and moved into the room. Still mesmerized watching her pass, he was startled by Lazaro’s strong hand gripping his jaw and a solid pair of lips meeting his, tongue probing and asserting dominion. “She’s still mine. Don’t forget that,” Lazaro murmured when his lips released their hold on him.
