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leaned backward, and glared through the walkway leading out of the dildo mecca.
    This assignment wouldn’t last long. Zoe had chased violent, sociopathic, money-grubbing, drug-toting, raping, murdering cartel members through the night for eight years. She could certainly maintain a presence with a few stationary, crazy-looking, space-age devices for a couple of weeks.
    “He’s trouble, that one,” Mara muttered. “I knew it the minute he stepped in the door. Don’t let him extend my Fifty Shades BDSM lair over the entire store while I’m gone.”
    BDS—what?
    Zoe knew she should have spent the afternoon on Google instead of sleeping.
    “Of course not. We won’t change your…um…displays. Hopefully, this will go quickly so we can get out of here and get you back in.”
    Mara’s dark eyes narrowed on Zoe, and her shoulders slid low. “Oh no. You’ve got to be kidding me.” She lapsed into Spanish, muttering worst-case scenarios of how her store would never survive.
    Zoe had been made as a sex-store virgin. All-freaking-ready.
    “Mara, shh. You have customers.”
    “How could they send me the Devil Incarnate and the Virgin Mary?” Mara’s gaze was more pleading than angry. “Is this a secret plot to destroy my store?”
    Zoe couldn’t control the burn engulfing her face. “Just because I’ve never needed toys to enjoy sex, doesn’t mean I can’t learn about and sell them.”
    Mara had both hands pressed against her cheeks in a look of utter desperation when Walker strolled into the opening between the rooms with a look of suspicious curiosity.
    “Girl talk here. Go away, handsome.” Zoe brushed the air with her fingertips, shooing him out. “We’re working.”
    His lopsided smile set Zoe’s insides aflame before he disappeared back into the main area of the store.
    “All right , señorita,” Mara muttered and dropped her hands. “There’s only one thing to do.”
    A rock formed in Zoe’s gut.
    Mara’s deep brown eyes fixed on her face as she gripped Zoe’s arms with both hands. “Prepare yourself for a crash course in sexual nirvana.”

    TAFT SAT ON A STOOL BEHIND THE REGISTER, tightening a bit in the drill he’d brought from home as Brooks coaxed Mara out the back door with her tenth promise in the last ten minutes to call with the smallest question. Brooks definitely had a way with the woman. They’d bonded within ten minutes of Brooks dragging her sexy self into the shop. Mara had taken her under her wing, and they’d gone over every product on every shelf.
    He slid his tongue over his lips, wondering if Brooks had soaked through her panties. If he’d had to endure that kind of inventory blow-by-blow, he’d have balls as blue as the Pacific. And if Brooks was all worked up, maybe he’d get lucky. After that kiss, he was more than ready to see what other secrets she had hiding under the hood.
    The lock on the back door clicked. Brooks let out a long, deep breath and a soft, “Thank God that’s over.”
    Taft chuckled. He liked her. A lot more than he’d expected to.
    He prided himself on reading people accurately. It meant his life or death on many occasions, after all. But he’d called it right that morning when he’d guessed Brooks had layers.
    That kiss had confirmed it. Not only because of the way she’d kissed him—hot enough to singe his eyebrows—but because of the way she’d responded to his aggressive approach.
    “What are you grinning about now?” She came down the back hall and around the counter, hands on hips, smooth brow pulled in a frown, full lower lip—the one that felt so damn good pulled between his—pushed out.
    “I was just thinking”—he set the drill on the counter and looked directly into her eyes—“about how you use your mouth like a fucking goddess.” He paused, relishing the way her expression glazed over when she absorbed his meaning. “And hoping I get to experience it all over my body…soon.”
    Luscious heat drifted through her