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you doing?”
    “She’s drunk. She doesn’t know what that guy has in mind.” He attempted to shake off Hunter’s iron grip, but Cam grabbed his other arm, and Grady sat poised to help out. The two men shoved him back into his chair.
    “She looks like she knows exactly what she’s doing. She’s a big girl. Back off. What she does is none of your business unless she’s in danger. From what I can tell, she’s more than a willing participant.”
    Tanner growled and crossed his arms over his chest. “If he tries to leave with her—”
    Cam snorted. “You’ll what? Beat the crap out of him? What’s wrong with you?”
    Tanner wasn’t sure. He only knew that no fucking way in hell would Emma leave with that guy.
     
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    Emma was on a mission, and she was too drunk to see the flaws in her plan.
    Usually she came to karaoke with a few girlfriends. Tonight they’d cancelled on her. Instead of staying home, Emma threw caution to the wind and went by herself. She fortified her courage—or lack of—with a couple glasses of wine. After all, she knew most of the regulars and the DJ. She’d be safe here.
    The wine encouraged her to do something completely un-Emma-like. Just one night she wanted to be bold and uninhibited like Bella. Almost every friend of hers had boasted, laughed, or cringed over a one-night stand. Emma didn’t have a one-night stand story. In her drunken state, she wanted one with a stranger who didn’t mean anything to her, one who’d screw her brains out and walk away without a glance back.
    In a much more sober state, she’d never consider such a crazy idea, only she wasn’t sober, and she wasn’t a virgin either, so she sure as hell didn’t have that to lose. She’d lost that as a junior in high school to a sweet-talking guy in her church youth group who’d convinced her he loved her then dumped her after he’d gotten what he wanted. She’d cried for months. Her romantic heart had been shattered, and her faith in her ability to read men was completely destroyed. She’d vowed never again would she give her heart and her body to a man without a wedding ring attached.
    Yet despite her promise to herself, her conscience, usually as loud as a rabid fan during a Sockeyes playoff game, barely uttered a word, and the alcohol fueled her desire to be like her friends and sisters, rather than a prude of the first degree. Everyone else did it. Why shouldn’t she in the name of fun?
    As Emma left the stage, she swayed past the middle-aged businessman who’d been one of many eyeing her all night. He’d sent a drink to her table and winked at her. She’d winked back. He was a handsome man, probably fifteen years older than her, which meant he’d be experienced. She needed experienced, considering her limited experience. He also seemed a safe choice, nothing like the big guy with tats, a few days’ worth of stubble, and too-long hair who’d also bought her a drink and propositioned her earlier that evening to which she’d giggled in reply and run for the bathroom, but that’d been two or three drinks ago.
    She wasn’t going to run this time, and she would not do safe. She avoided the businessman and sashayed toward the biker, stumbled on her too-high heels and fell toward him. He snagged her around the waist and pulled her onto his lap.
    Instead of struggling out of his grasp, she turned into him and put her hands on his stubbled cheeks. He didn’t need any more of an invitation and tightened his grip. His sexy mouth came down hard on hers with a roughness that both excited and frightened. She opened her mouth and attempted to imitate what he was doing to her with his tongue and did a poor job of it, but he didn’t seem to notice. He curled one hand around her butt and another between her thighs. The longer they kissed, the higher his hand crept until it grazed her crotch. He rubbed wet panties with his thumb.
    Emma groaned, wanting more, turned on by the very naughty things he was