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    left lobe glinting in the light. His right hand had been tattooed, as well as the right side of his
    throat, and she’d wondered if tats on his arm had connected the two.

    All female eyes latched on to him. All male eyes had averted.

    “Oh, fuck me,” Aspic whispered. “All. Night. Long.”

    There was no looking away from him as he moved to the counter, his gaze locked onto
    Runa’s.

    Aspic started to pant, honest-to-God pant. “Here’s your risk, Runa. Take it. Make a move
    or I swear I will.”

    He stopped in front of Runa. “Coffee.” The word rolled off his tongue as if he’d said,
    “I’d like to give you an orgasm.”

    “Yes,” she whispered, because he could give her … oh, right. Coffee. She cleared her
    throat. Twice. “Regular, tall, or grande?”

    “Whatever your largest size is.”

    “Do you have a brew preference?”

    “Strong and hot.”

    “Milk? Soy or dairy? Cream?”

    “Hell’s freakin’ bells.” He planted his palms on the counter and leaned in. “Just.
    Coffee.” His intense gaze roamed over her figure in a blatant appraisal that should have
    infuriated her but only made her heart beat faster. “Though I might be tempted to try something
    sweeter.”

    Aspic nudged her with an elbow and then stepped forward. “Runa’s a little shy. Do you
    have a motorcycle? Because she loves motorcycles. Bet she’d love to see it.”

    “Aspic!” Runa’s cheeks burned with mortification.

    “Runa,” the leather man said softly, as though testing the feel of her name on his tongue.
    “Would you like to take a ride?”

    “She’d love to,” Aspic said, and plopped his coffee in front of him.

    Runa shook her head. “I don’t think—”

    “Good,” he said, as he threw down a ten-dollar bill. “Keep the change. Let’s go.”

    Before she could utter a protest, he grabbed his coffee, came around the counter, took
    her hand, and led her toward the back door. She planted her feet at the threshold. “Look, Mr.
    …”

    “Shade.”

    Odd name. Then again, she worked with a girl who called herself Aspic. “Mr. Shade.”

    “Just Shade.”

    “Shade, then. I’m afraid I can’t go anywhere with you.”

    He cocked one black eyebrow and pushed open the door. “Who said anything about
    going anywhere?”

    “But, you said ride.”

    Her flowing skirt whirled around her calves as he whisked her into the side street and
    toward the alley. “Yep.”

    Panic flared. This man could be a serial killer or a rapist, and here she was, half his size,
    be-bopping into an alley with him. “I can’t—”

    Suddenly, she found herself against the wall of the building, his body pinning hers, his
    mouth against her ear. Both of his hands were on her shoulders … what had he done with the
    coffee?

    “I can smell your desire, Runa,” he murmured in a coaxing, seductive tone. “You’re
    blooming for me like a flower.”

    He rocked his hips into her. The erection behind the fly of his pants massaged her belly,
    promising an experience she’d never forget. The man was sex on legs, an overwhelming mass of
    muscle, testosterone, and sensuality for which she had no defense. Nothing had prepared her for
    something like this. She doubted any woman could be prepared for Shade. At least not mentally.
    Her body was preparing itself without her go-ahead.

    Her breasts tingled and tightened, her heart pounded frantically against her rib cage,
    and a rush of liquid dampened her panties. She squeezed her thighs together to relieve the ache
    between them, but that only made things worse.

    The situation was rapidly tumbling out of control, and as his tongue swept along her neck
    and his hands stroked her hips, she found she couldn’t care.

    He fisted her skirt and drew it up to her hips. “Do you want this?” He nuzzled her throat
    and pressed a thick thigh between her legs, creating the most delicious pressure. “Tell me to
    stop, and I will.”

    This was her out. Her chance to