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laughter rich and unabashed.
    What she didn’t have was common sense. Even though she tottered, she kept tossing back the drinks the cheering crowd offered.
    “Who wants a blowjob?” she asked.
    Me!
    On some visceral level, he knew she meant the alcohol shot, but it didn’t stop his dick from perking with interest.
    Nor did it stop him from imagining her on her knees, eyes peering at him as her cheeks hollowed while her mouth opened wide over his shaft and slid back and forth.
    Groan.
    Placing his linen napkin on the table, Leo rose, and while he meant to leave—screw sticking around waiting for trouble—he, instead, found himself sauntering in her direction.
    A crowd of lionesses stood in his way. It took only a few nudges to get bodies to part before him. For those that didn’t get the hint, he grabbed and moved them aside.
    As he hit the area around the bar, he didn’t say a word. He simply held out his arms, just in time too, to catch a tipsy armful as gravity finally took its toll.
    Drunk or not, Meena recognized him. A wide smile stretched her full lips, and a dimple appeared in her cheek. “Hello there, Pookie. I knew you couldn’t resist me.”
    “Did no one ever tell you to not stand on bars?”
    “Well, yes, my friend Gina did, but mostly because last time I was wearing a skirt and her boyfriend wouldn’t stop peeking up it. She totally started that fight too. As if I wanted her scrawny boyfriend. I prefer a big man. Like you.”
    The compliment worked. Warmth rushed through him, energizing his nerves, his skin. Everything. It made him hyper aware of her presence in his arms. It also unfortunately was noticed by those around them.
    “Nice catch, Leo.”
    “I won twenty bucks.”
    “Which is bullshit,” grumbled another female voice. “She technically fell off the bar.”
    “But she didn’t hit the floor. You totally owe me.”
    The lionesses were not deterred at all by the demise of one. On the contrary, a new lioness took her place on top of the bar—funny how Leo wasn’t worried about her falling.
    He turned to leave and was confronted by Reba who held up a shot in each hand. “Leo and Meena sitting in a tree. K. I. S. S. I. N. G.”
    Well at least they were singing the more appropriate public version. Ignoring their offer to drink with them, Leo left and waded through the people and tables, aiming for the front door.
    Meena didn’t seem perturbed at all that he took her away. On the contrary, she giggled. “And he carried her off into the sunset, or in this case moonlight, and they lived happily ever after.” Meena scissored her feet, the edge of her toes catching a tray of empty dishes and sending it tipping.
    The resulting crash didn’t slow his steps. In his mind, the faster he got her out of here, the less chance for more disaster.
    And the faster we’re alone.
    The insidious reminder almost made him stumble.
    He set her, and his mind, straight. “My rescue of your demise at the hands of gravity changes nothing. I was simply doing my job as omega. I saw a catastrophe in the making and headed it off.” Sounded plausible, if only the pesky truth about his capture of her falling hot body wasn’t because he couldn’t help himself.
    “I don’t know if I’d call this a catastrophe. I mean you caught me, and didn’t drop me. Nothing got broken, you don’t need an ambulance, and now I’m getting carried princess-style by someone not related to me. That is totally awesome, as is the fact I’m close enough to you to do this.” This being nibble on his neck amidst catcalls and lewd suggestions from behind them at the bar, which faded in volume and variety as he carried her outside into the fresh air.
    The cooler night air didn’t stop her hot nips and sucks at his neck. Nor did it cool his ardor, which insisted on tenting his trousers.
    Were this any other woman, Leo might have allowed himself to enjoy the caresses. But this was Arik’s cousin. This was a woman spoken of in a