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is wrong with you? This is the age of vibrators. Men are barely necessary these days. Sex, really?”
    Desiree tossed her lipstick back onto the counter and met her sister’s gaze in the mirror. “Yeah, sex. You know, that’s what happens when the man sticks his penis in the woman’s vagina. Which, by the way, can be rather fantastic when done correctly.”
    “You’re so crass.”
    “No, if I was crass I’d tell you just how good it can feel when a big, brutal-looking man with multiple piercings buries his face in your pussy and makes you come right before he fucks you so hard you think you’ve died and gone to heaven.”
    She hadn’t known it was possible for Selena to blush that particular shade of red. Too bad Desiree didn’t have the balls to admit she knew firsthand how good that felt. Let alone that the big, brutal-looking man was a bartender named Nicolai Anastas who was quickly becoming the star player in all her fantasies.
    Pressing her palms to her face, Selena turned and walked away. “Danny has the car out front. You’ve got three minutes to be in it.”
    * * * *
    “Did you get her number?”
    Nicolai didn’t look up from the wad of receipts he was tallying. “Why, Flynn, you want it?”
    Flynn reached inside the cooler, rearranging the beer so he could fit the rest of the case inside. “Sure, why not? She’s a pretty piece of ass. If she’ll fuck a big, scary bastard like you, she’ll have no trouble hooking up with a charmer like me.”
    Nicolai shouldn’t have cared if she hooked up with Flynn tonight and the rest of the bar over the next week. She was just another spoiled rich girl playing on the wrong side of town. She was probably waking up in her big bed in a Brookline mansion somewhere, giggling about her wild night. She’d go back to her safe, boring life and marry some corporate flunky like a good girl should. Hell, he’d probably been her last fling before she settled down.
    “Of course, I’m going out on a limb by assuming you’d let me live long enough to fuck her after I called her.”
    Nicolai raised his gaze from the adding machine. He’d been so lost in thought that he had no idea what the tally was on last night’s take. “You can have her. I’m not staking a claim.”
    “Oh, not at all.”
    “In fact, if she comes in here tonight, tell her I’m too busy for little girls.”
    Flynn reached for another case of beer. “You working the kitchen tonight?”
    “Donal’s taking his nephew to see the Sox play.”
    “Trisha coming to work some tables?”
    He was glad they were back to mundane topics. “She wants the extra tips to get ready for Christmas.”
    “Girl shouldn’t have had four kids. I say down with Santa when you have to buy that many presents.”
    “I don’t even want to know why the two of you are discussing Santa Claus.” Erik Aasen appeared from the direction of Jack’s back entrance.
    “Hey, boss man, didn’t know you were back in town.” Nicolai took Erik’s offered hand.
    Erik sagged against the bar. “My baby sister is getting married in less than six days. My mother more or less demanded Talia and I get here to help with the last-minute stuff.”
    Flynn snorted. “My condolences. Sounds like a real estrogen fest.”
    “No shit. It wouldn’t be so bad if I at least liked my future brother-in-law.”
    Nicolai couldn’t imagine Erik disliking someone without a reason. “You don’t like her taste in men? Or nobody will ever be good enough for your sister?”
    “It isn’t that. On the surface he seems like the perfect guy, but the longer I talk to him the more I feel like I don’t know him at all. It’s nothing I can put my finger on, though. Which means, what I think doesn’t matter.” Erik stabbed his fingers through his dark hair. “My being here is more of a favor to my older sister anyway. She’s fed up with all the wedding hassle.”
    Flynn perked up. “Is she single?”
    “She’s not one of your one-night stands,