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grabbed her keys from her purse and pushed the door open when she unlocked it. The back hallway was dimly lit. She didn’t bother turning the lights on. She passed closed bedroom doors where the members could crash if they needed. Judging by the sounds of skin being slapped followed by female moans, that wasn’t what they were currently being used for. She took a left and headed into her the office, and the sound of the party going on just right on the other side wasn’t muted in the slightest. Setting the dish on the desk she grabbed a few files she had forgotten to take with her earlier, shoved them in her purse, and picked up the dish again. She’d just walk into the main area, set the dish on the bar, and head out, all the while keeping her head lowered and her eyes trained on her feet. Heading toward the door she turned off the light and was about to leave when her phone started vibrating. Digging in her purse for it, she stepped out in the hall at the same time she stared at the text that just came through. Before she could read it she slammed into a hard chest, causing her to stumble back and drop the dish. It fell to the ground and the sound of ceramic breaking was barely a blip over all the rest of the noise.
    “Oh, fuck, sorry.”
    Delilah stilled at that deep, baritone voice that instantly had a shiver working over her entire body. She lifted her eyes from the massacre of taco dip on the ground, traveled them up the thighs that were as thick and muscular as tree trunks, and over a flat abdomen that she could see the ridges of his six-pack. She should have been a little stealthier in her appraisal, but it was like her common sense had left her at the moment she heard Torque speak. She lifted her eyes over his broad, flat and equally hard chest, saw the edges of his tattoos peaking over the collar of his white tee, and swallowed the lump lodged in her throat. When she finally made her ascent to his face it felt like she had been staring at him for a long ass time, but she knew it had only been a few seconds.
    “I didn’t mean to spill your shit, Delilah.”
    Her pulse raced when Torque said her name. His dark eyes were bloodshot, and the scent of alcohol that came from him was thick. She didn’t miss how he swayed to the side, but reached out and placed his palm on the wall right beside her. He leaned in, but it wasn’t because he wanted closer to her, but because he had shitty balance right now. But even knowing that didn’t have Delilah’s arousal lessening.
    “It’s fine.” She swallowed again, but goddammit, the lump in her throat wouldn’t budge. His dark hair was shorter than the last time she had seen him, and only reached the nape of his neck. He wasn’t handsome in any sense of the word, but more so had this rugged worn look that made his irresistible to her. His nose was straight and his lips were full, his jaw was square, and the dark stubble that covered his cheeks had her thinking about what it would feel like scraping along her inner thighs as he ate her out. Shit . She was so unbelievably wet. He breathed out heavily, and lowered his eyes to her lips.
    “It’s kind of late for you to be out, isn’t it?” There was a slight slur in his voice. She knew enough about this type of man that although he was trashed, he still knew what he was doing. He just didn’t give a shit.
    Delilah glanced around his arm at the archway that led into the main area where the party was going full force, where her father was.
    “Baby, no one is lucid enough in there to come save you.” He grinned, all straight white teeth that reminded her of some kind of predator. She tried not to let the fact he called her baby affect her, but hell, hearing his deep, slightly scratchy voice saying that one word was like an auditory orgasm. He shifted, and the chain he wore attached to his wallet clanked together. The smell of leather from his cut intensified when he moved.
    “I’m not looking for anyone to save