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    “Yeah, I guess I got so wasted that my boys called my uncle. They figured dropping me alone at my place probably wasn’t wise and my uncle has dealt with our drunken shit many times.”
    His uncle. Onyx. Even though Kayne never said his name, my stomach was doing twists. My pulse raced, my throat grew dry and I found myself craving more about Onyx.
    “ Oh, your uncle was there?” I rolled my eyes at my own transparent question. I can’t even recall the last time I felt like a ditz over a guy.
    Kayne let out a snort, not seeming to notice. “Yeah, he was the one you made out with.”
    My cheeks burned instantly. Had Onyx told him what happened outside?
    “What?” I questioned, hoping for some sort of clarification.
    “Last night during the uh…dance.” Kayne’s eyes shifted from the sky to the ground. It was refreshing to see talking about it made him uncomfortable. The last thing I need is for the one person who knew me to blab about it to a ton of horny assholes. “You crawled across the table and made out with him.”
    This wasn’t the kiss I was worried about him seeing. There was an easy explanation for this one, even if it felt like much more.
    “Ah, that. It wasn’t a kiss, it was a shotgun.”
    “A what?”
    For the first time I looked over giving him my full attention. A smirk even surfaced over my lips. “You must not be a smoker.”
    He smiled back, shaking his head. “Nope.”
    “A shotgun means I inhaled the smoke he held in his mouth. It’s another way to smoke a cigarette. I was craving one so badly before I did your dance. When I saw him light up I couldn’t resist.”
    “Ah, well that makes much more sense.” He nodded his head as my thoughts began to drift back to that moment.
    “I kept watching whatever you guys were doing. All I kept thinking was man, my 50 year old uncle should not be getting more action than me. I figured I had to up my time at the gym if I’m losing my good lucks.” Kayne said with a teasing smirk.
    Whatever response I may have had was gone. There was just one thing that continuously flashed in my mind, the number fifty. How in sam hell did a man twice my age manage to leave me in an unsettled state of mind? I had slept with men older than me before but never that much older. And if I gave a lap dance to any man Onyx’s age they looked nothing like him. Wrinkles everywhere, white fuzzy chest and arm hair. The thought itself made me shiver in disgust. Onyx was the opposite of all of that and an unmeasurable amount more attractive than the other guys at the table.
    “He looks good for his age.” I replied.
    “Yeah, the men in my family age really well. My dad and him are brothers. Good genes, I just hope they passed through to me.”
    “I would too.”
    In a single twelve-hour period I had experienced emotions I hadn’t in years. Lust, desire, intrigue, and shock all over a man. Not to mention all that Kayne’s little walk down memory lane brought up. It was one of the first days I wanted to just go home and go back to sleep.
    “I should probably get going.” I stood, clutching my bag tight to my chest.
    “Wait!” Kayne jumped up to follow, placing a hand on my shoulder.
    My shoulder burned with his touch, I was seconds from throwing my fist into his perfect smile. “Where are you going?”
    My skin was crawling from the point of contact. I felt myself taking erratic breaths and I knew if I didn’t calm myself I was going to end up in a full blown panic attack.
    “Kayne, do you remember yesterday how I tied your hands up , and told you not to touch me?” I felt the panic and anxiety settling into my voice.
    He shrugged, still not getting it. “Yeah?”
    “I meant it, I have a thing about people touching me.”
    All at once he looked to his hand on me, to my bulging eyes , and heaving chest. “Oh shit!” His hand flew from my skin like it was on fire.
    I pressed my hands to my knees as I bent over to catch my breath , and settle my