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him when she’d crawled back in Damsel’s bed she’d felt as if she were lying under the sheets with the devil? When was the appropriate time to let Devon know he’d made her feel things she’d never experienced before? She’d craved an intimacy she never thought existed. How did she put into words how she’d always feared she’d lost a piece of her heart after a one-night stand, one evening spent with him?
    He took a deep breath. His jaw twitched as if he were debating how far he might push her, what questions he might ask. Finally, he said, “I remember our night together like it happened yesterday. I wanted more, by the way.”
    “Me and Addy?” She wrinkled her nose at the thought.
    “Yes,” he admitted. “Would you have gone down on her if I’d asked?”
    “God, no.” How could he ask her such a question?
    “Would you have fucked me?”
    “In a heartbeat.” Her pulse quickened. Her stomach turned summersaults. This was it. She knew in the pit of her soul, he wouldn’t hesitate to take her now. No one was there to stand in their way. Even the potential consequences which would likely follow actions wouldn’t stop them.
    Again, he looked pleased. “I’ve often wondered, Victory.”
    “You really shouldn’t have,” she said, feeling sexier than she ever recalled. She threw her arms above her head and clasped her wrists. Parting her legs, she casually circled her hips and tilted her head, swiping her tongue across her lips as she stretched. “You did the fucking if I remember correctly. That tongue of yours brings more pleasure than any man’s dick.”
    He laughed. “Well, that’s a first.”
    “You haven’t heard that before?”
    “No,” he admitted as he retrieved more clothes from the floor.
    “What I did with you and Addison was rare.” She dropped her arms and kept talking as he tidied up his room. “I enjoy an occasional public exploit. I like to watch more than I appreciate performing, but by and large, I keep my sex vanilla.”
    Her gaze worked back and forth from the wheel to Devon. She’d been so wrapped up in the idea of Devon, she’d forgotten what Addison had once told her. Devon wasn’t an ordinary guy. He was a Dom and, from what Addison had said, one of the most domineering men she’d ever taken to bed.
    Devon hadn’t shown Victory his true dominant side, but then again, she’d only enjoyed him briefly. They’d had an arrangement, a previous understanding. She had joined Addison and Devon for the foreplay, but Addison had warned her ahead of time. Under no circumstance was Victory permitted to stay and fuck. At the time, she’d considered her unnecessary leave one of life’s greatest disappointments.
    “Have you ever been on one?” Devon asked, jarring her from her adult fantasies as he waved his hand toward the wheel.
    “No.”
    “You’ll enjoy it,” he said, playfully flipping her backside with a towel.
    “Will I?”
    “Absolutely,” he assured her, walking to the long bar stretched across the back wall. “Can I get you something to drink?”
    “Did you bring me here to get me drunk?”
    “No.” His coal black gaze met hers. Those haunting eyes housed regret. Those were the eyes of a man on the run and a man who’d always headed straight for the heart of trouble. His eyes told endless stories.
    Devon knew hate. He’d seen death, perhaps barely escaped its clutches.
    His chiseled cheeks flexed as she walked over to him and threw her arms around his shoulders. His muscular body went rigid. He was a dangerous type and couldn’t place faith in just anyone. Trusting the wrong woman could get a man killed.
    She wondered then. Did Devon doubt her? Did he think Gaylord had planted her there, placed her on the side of the road and asked her to do the club a favor, to try to go inside the Heroes and Rogues and infiltrate their club? Crazier things had happened. Many of the motorcycle clubs were notorious for using their women. She’d known girls who’d