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spine.

That voice.

Eyes wide, I raised my head, and my heart damn near stopped. His gaze mirrored mine before a wicked grin curved those perfect lips.

“You!” I gasped as my heart took off at a gallop. Inappropriate tingles started between my legs, and I knew my freaking panties were soaked.

“Well, this is a pleasant surprise,” he crooned, and I wanted to swoon. Digging deep for a professionalism I wasn’t feeling, I sat up straight in my chair.

“You’re Mr. Matthews?” Well, there went my tenuous professionalism when my voice cracked.

Sexy smirk still in place, he moved all the way into my office and closed the door. His tongue wet his bottom lip. “When I told Polly to find a good replacement, I had no idea how well she’d come through.”

“What? I mean how?” I sputtered, because I couldn’t seem to form a coherent thought that didn’t revolve around sweeping everything from my desk, lying across it, hiking my skirt up, and begging for a repeat.

“Miss Monroe. It is Miss, right?” For a split second, uncertainty flickered in his gaze.

Dumbly, I nodded.

That disarming smile was back, and my pussy gushed. If my panties weren’t destroyed before, they sure as hell were then.

“Well, what do you say we take this meeting somewhere else?”

Your bed?

Aw, shit. The man was destroying the sophisticated director I’d worked so hard to maintain since getting hired at the Leon Adolescent Drug Prevention and Rehabilitation Center. He was turning me into a puddle of lust. Literally.

“Where were you thinking?” I cautiously questioned. My damn nipples perked up at the thought of him touching them again.

“Why, Miss Monroe, is your mind in the gutter?” he asked as his eyes dropped to my chest before slowly finding their way back up. He was reading my mind all too well. “I was thinking we could take this discussion to a little place I know to discuss the fundraiser over lunch. I missed breakfast, and I’m… famished.”

There was no way he was unaware of the double meaning to his words. His dark blue irises glittered mischievously as his mouth twisted in humor. Narrowing my eyes, I stubbornly refused to admit he was right.

Clenching my jaw, I willed the desire away to no avail. Dammit.

“Fine. But this is not a date. Do not get this twisted,” I insisted.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he said with a smirk.

My eyes traveled over his rugged frame, unwittingly admiring the way his black T-shirt stretched over his chest. Perfectly frayed jeans hugged muscled thighs. Thick black boots encased his feet. My eyes moved back up, pausing on the bulge behind his zipper. Good God, is that his dick lying on the top of his thigh? Surely not.

But I knew firsthand what he was packing, and I knew it was. Catching my blatant perusal, he cupped his dick and adjusted it.

Sweet baby Jesus. Heart pounding all the way down between my legs, I so wanted to do that for him.

It was then that I caught the leather vest. “Wait. You’re a biker?”

Those midnight blue eyes narrowed. “Is that disdain I hear?”

“Uh, no. Not at all,” I stammered. I’d had an unhealthy obsession with a certain TV biker. My one-night stand was unknowingly making himself sexier than I could’ve imagined.

Oh, this is bad. So bad.

I’d only been at my job for a few months. The last thing I needed was to get caught screwing one of the benefactors of the Leon and the head of the annual fundraiser. But holy shit. Like I said, I remembered that night in vivid detail.

The frown on his face dissolved, and I was once again blown away by how good-looking he was. My lady bits were screaming for another shot at what he could do to them.

“Well, since that’s not an issue, what did you decide about lunch?”

Biting back a whimper, I made a decision that had the potential to blow up in my face. Standing to my full height, made impressive in my heels, I almost looked him in the eye. Damn, had he been that tall last year?

He had.

Tall, muscular, sexy, captivating, and fantastic in the sack, he was every woman’s wet dream. It was going to be a nearly impossible feat to keep myself from climbing his body like a damn monkey.

Okay, maybe that was a little dramatic. I did have self-control. The problem was, I didn’t know if I wanted to use it. I was not one to sleep around haphazardly, and that night last year had been one of vulnerability and reckless abandon.

“I’ll follow you,” I said with my most professional and serene smile.

Can it be to your bed, though?

Ugh.

Snow

“The Devil in I”—Slipknot

Walking into that office to see my blonde bombshell from a year ago was exactly what I needed. Especially after the shitstorm that had been brewing since then. A year later, and we were no closer to finding who was behind the distribution of Black Night.

Each time we got close, they disappeared like a fucking wraith. It was like chasing a ghost.

I backed my bike up to the curb in front of the Oasis and waited while she parked next to me. Reaper’s ol’ lady, Steph, stuck her head out of the door. “Hey, Snow. What brings you by?”

She had a fantastic menu, making the pub a great place to eat and have drinks. Since it was late afternoon, the lunch rush was over and the crowd should’ve dispersed. I figured it was the perfect place for me and Miss Monroe to catch up.

“Business lunch” was all the explanation I gave her.

She whispered, “Okay, then. I guess I’ll set up a table.”

I grinned, and she giggled. She went back inside, and I turned my focus on the woman I’d obsessed about for a year.

Mesmerized, I took in every inch of her long legs as she climbed out of her vehicle. I’d forgotten how she’d fit my height perfectly. I’d barely needed to dip my head to kiss her in the heels she wore so well.

“This place

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