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“Suddenly, you look a little nervous, Diablo. Did you just realize that you’re in over your head?”
I placed my hand on the back of Stevie’s bar stool, just brushing the curve of her hip with the inside of my forearm. Holding her gaze, I brought my lips within an inch of touching hers.
“I think you should put your money where your mouth is, princess.” I paused and shifted closer. “Are you all talk and no action? Or will you actually follow through and ride my cock hard and wet the way you want to?”
Stevie’s throat worked as she swallowed, but when she opened her mouth to speak, I beat her to it.
“Don’t bother wasting your breath with a protest, princess. It was pretty damn obvious that you were sizing me up on the side of the road earlier. So, don’t tell me you’re not interested because you would just embarrass yourself with a shitty lie.”
Stevie studied me for a moment. Then she turned and gestured to the bartender for two more drinks.
“You’re far from blameless here, Prospect,” she said. “Sneaking a peek at my tits every chance you get.”
I hummed a laugh.
“The only difference is that I’ve never claimed to be on my best behavior.”
Stevie turned her shot glass slowly in her fingers contemplatively. I couldn’t stand tiptoeing around this any longer. Sliding my hand under her chin, I tilted her head up, barely an inch away from kissing her.
“Are you just talking a big game here, princess?” I whispered. “Are you secretly a prude between the sheets?”
“Definitely not,” Stevie countered flatly.
I raised my eyebrows in a silent question.
Then why aren’t we busy fucking each other stupid already?
She brushed her nose against my cheek, glancing up at me through her lashes. My breath caught in my throat.
“I’m trying to decide if you’re worth the effort,” she said. “You’re so full of yourself that you’ll probably only last thirty seconds at best.”
I shook my head, seeing right through her bluff.
“That’s not it. Try again.”
Stevie’s gaze faltered. I swept my thumb over her lower lip, teasing at the seam of her mouth as if I could coax the truth out of her.
“You’re a bad decision waiting to happen, Prospect,” she said, so soft, vulnerable, with none of her usual prickly heat. “I worked too damn hard to get where I am. You would be so proud to screw the VP you hate and then watch me fall from grace because my club lost faith in me.”
Now that was the bald-faced truth. Raw. Sensitive. Carved straight out of her chest and left bleeding between us.
I held her gaze as I spoke.
“If it’s that easy for your club to lose their faith, they don’t deserve you.”
“That doesn’t mean a damn thing when I’m still stripped of my patch,” she countered.
“Do you really think your patch is the only one on the line in this situation, sweetheart?” I pointed out. “You’re forbidden fruit for me, too.”
Stevie hesitated. I could see the way she wavered between walking out the door and grabbing me by the shirt to haul me into the nearest dark corner. Taking a chance, I reached down and wrapped my hand around hers.
She didn’t pull away.
“I might be a pain in the ass,” I said quietly. “But I know how to keep a secret.”
Stevie swallowed the last of her drink in one gulp. The alcohol flushed her cheeks a delicate pink.
“If you tell anyone, I’ll beat you bloody.”
