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Blair supported her other side by placing a hand on her
hip.
    She felt good beneath his fingers and her
hair smelled like cinnamon. His erection became painful.
    Ally held herself stock still, as though
afraid to do so much as breathe. Then she seemed to gather her
wits. “Thanks, guys. I’m fine.”
    They let her go so she
could walk to the pool table once more. Blair sensed the reluctance
in Leo, the same reluctance he’d experienced when he’d released
her. He hadn’t felt quite this buzzed about a girl in a long while,
since maybe the first time he and Leo had shared. His heart was
racing a mile a minute, while he usually managed to keep his
physiological responses constrained to regions blow his
waist.
    What was that all about?
    Blair picked up his beer
but realized the bottle was empty and put it back down on the
windowsill. He watched Ally line up the final shot, an easy shot at
the eight. “You took a dive,” he said to Leo.
    “ Who? Me?”
    “ You just wanted to watch
her bend over again.”
    Leo’s expression was somewhere between
abashed and delighted. “Maybe.”
    No maybe about it if the way his gaze fixed
on Ally was any indication. Blair watched too, taking in the
delicious sight of her draped halfway over the pool table in a
mini-skirt and heels.
    “ Guys. Do you
mind?
    She was looking at them with a furrowed
brow.
    “ Mind what?” Leo
asked.
    “ You’re
staring.”
    Blair grinned. “Hard not to.”
    Her cheeks flushed, but she kept trying to
scowl at them. “It’s ruining my concentration.”
    “ Sorry.”
    Leo didn’t sound sorry at all, but he made a
show of staring at the ceiling as though examining it for mold.
Blair simply returned Ally’s glare with a raised brow and refused
to even pretend he wasn’t going to drink in the sight of her while
he could.
    With a huff, she turned
back to the game and took her shot. The black ball bounced off the
corner pocket a few times but didn’t go in.
    “ God damn it!”
    In a show of abject
frustration, Ally walked around the table and pushed the ball into
the hole by hand. Apparently, she was a sore loser after
all.
    Leo winced and shook his head. “Ally, Ally.
I wouldn’t have picked you for a cheater.”
    “ If anyone’s a cheater
here, it’s Blair.”
    “ Me? I wasn’t even
playing.”
    “ Oh, you were playing at
something all right.” Ally narrowed her eyes at him. “Playing at
putting me off my game.”
    Damn, she was cute when she
was frustrated. Whether her frustration came more from her losing
the game or from pent-up sexual needs, Blair didn’t know, but he
really liked the color in her cheeks and the flash of fire in her
blue eyes. He decided to see if he could turn her pink blush
crimson.
    He sauntered towards her, moving resolutely
forward until her eyes widened and she backed up against the pool
table. Blair leaned in, angling his body so she had to bend over
backwards to maintain eye contact. “If you think that was the only
reason I said what I did to you, you’re mistaken. I said what I did
because I want to do all of it. Starting with making you sigh.”
    With that intent, Blair lifted a hand and
used one finger to paint a trail from her jaw, down the side of her
throat to the edge of her loose-fitting top. He slipped his
fingertip beneath the fabric until he touched her bra strap.
    She let out a sigh.
    Blair smiled.
    Ally stared at him with a defiance that made
Blair’s cock ache with need. “Are you done playing games?”
    Depends what type of game
you mean. Blair held back the retort, not
willing to risk scaring her off with a hint as to his sexual
proclivities just yet. Instead, he opted for directness. “You want
to get out of here?”
    Her lips twitched boldly. “I thought you’d
never ask.”

 

    Once upon a time, Leo had
considered himself a gentleman. Either two years of living in
mutually agreeable debauchery with Blair had eroded his manners, or
Ally stripped every ounce of civility from him,