Too Much: A Loveswept Contemporary Erotic Romance (All or Nothing) Read Online Free PDF

system, losing himself and all hope. He reminded her of Jeremiah. Hell, all of her kids reminded her of Jeremiah—hard, but vulnerable way down deep.
    “What the hell?” Toby said into the phone before he shoved it back in his pocket. He pointed at her and ordered, “You stay here,” before he sprinted down the sidewalk.
    Daly smiled as she watched him leave, and then she calmly walked around the rope and entered The Underground. The music was the same as last night, loud, thumping, and so fucking sexy her eyes nearly crossed. She’d dressed for maximum effect; however, nobody but Jeremiah would know that.
    “Ma’am,” a dungeon monitor said as he inclined his head.
    Daly smiled, passed him, and kept walking. She took a direct path to the steps that led upstairs. There was an elevator around here somewhere, but she didn’t have time to look for it. Jeremiah had built his club right smack in the middle of downtown Atlanta, renovating an old office building and making it blend in with the surroundings. From the outside, no one would recognize what went on behind the shiny, black lacquer door. It was classy, nondescript, and hidden in plain sight.
    Well-dressed people came and went all hours of the day and night. To her knowledge, he had the proper permits for his club and had never been cited for the activities that occurred within it. She had no doubt there were prominent people from Atlanta’s upper echelons, maybe even the local government, who were members. Powerful people liked powerful kink. Jeremiah’s club provided a safe haven for them to act on their carnal urges and not risk the general public finding out.
    Members were strictly vetted and background checks were essential. She’d researched the club online after she’d showered this morning and then she’d called Candace. Candace had grown up on the streets with Jeremiah, was still his friend, but Daly had claimed her too. And she wouldn’t let her go just because she’d left Jeremiah.
    According to Candace, Jeremiah ran the place like a well-oiled machine. Anyone who acted outside his rules was banned. Maybe there was also some fear because of Jeremiah’s past. He’d grown up learning how to survive while he worked for the Dixie Mafia. He’d been somewhat of an enforcer for a few years—as well as other things. People didn’t piss Jeremiahoff. They left a wide berth around him for good reason.
    Daly set those thoughts aside as she walked past the bar and started up a flight of stairs. Candace had given her the location of Jeremiah’s office. Within moments she was at a silver metal door. She punched in a set of numbers, crossed her toes that they worked, and sighed in relief when it opened. Daly quashed the warmth spreading through her at the knowledge that the code was her birthday. It was poignant, damn near breathtaking, and she had to steel her spine to push it away. Yes, it meant something, more than she cared to admit, but she couldn’t let it.
    She pushed open the door, entered his office, and there he was, standing behind an enormous desk, his broad back to her as he looked out over the city that made him. Hot, unforgiving, and relentless, he was all the things this city had taught him to be. Her fingernails dug into her palm, and the small bite of pain kept her grounded.
    She’d come here with a purpose. Admiring the breadth of his shoulders and the slimness of his hips wasn’t going to see that purpose achieved. Those shoulders tensed. Their gazes clashed in the reflection of the window. Her knees threatened to buckle as a slow, wicked smile crossed his face. She’d noticed the cameras as she’d walked through his club. Daly was aware he’d seen her coming. Toby had probably let him know she was in the club too. Still, she felt a sense of accomplishment.
    He’d seen her coming, but only she knew her goal.
Remember why you’re here.
    Daly closed the door and turned back to the lock, punching in the same code. Satisfaction