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she was willing to pay the price. There’s not a lot of people willing to accept reality when it comes to situations like the one she was in.
    Well, if she was going to play me, it wouldn’t come easy. Getting a man mixed up with Wolf Staten was no small feat.
    “Last time we met, I promised you we’d fuck like rabbits,” I said. “Now, here you are.”
    She looked hurt. She didn’t like it when I spoke like that. She put her drink down and walked straight back to the door she’d entered through. Her hand was on the knob. If I didn’t say something fast, she’d walk right out.
    “Wait,” I said. “Don’t go. I shouldn’t have said that.”
    “That’s twice you’ve said that to me, like I’m nothing more than a fifty-dollar slut looking to get fucked.”
    “You’re right. I was out of line. You had every right to slap me last time we met.”
    She looked relieved. I was cutting her some slack, which was what she needed. She came back to her seat.
    “Last time we met, you were a massive dick,” she said.
    “I know,” I said. “I can’t help it. I was born with it.”
    She shook her head. God, I could have died looking into those eyes. She was like an angel from heaven.
    “You just can’t stop yourself, can you?”
    I shook my head.
    She sighed. Then she said, mostly to herself, “size isn’t everything.”
    I laughed. I couldn’t believe it. “Was that a joke? Was that a joke from the girl who smacked the shit out of me last time we met?”
    She blushed. God, she looked pretty when she blushed..
    “You were asking for it.”
    “Yes, I was,” I said. “And you didn’t have any trouble dishing it out.”
    She shrugged. “I can give you some more if you want.”
    “Please don’t. This face is all I’ve got going for me.”
    She looked me over, taking in my leathers, my wet hair.
    “I’m sure it’s not the only thing.”
    I laughed again. She was working it. Don’t think for a second I didn’t know I was being played. I knew exactly what was going on. The thing is, I wanted to get played by her.
    “What’s your name?” I said.
    “You first,” she said.
    I shook my head. The poor thing. She had no idea what she was getting into. She was like a lamb to the slaughter. She’d just escaped Wolf. Little did she realize, she was tangling herself up with a monster ten times worse. Believe me when I tell you, whatever she was running from, whatever Wolf tried to force her to do, I would make it look like child’s play. The things I wanted to do to her, she’d cry out for mercy, she’d scream my name, and the more she begged, the harder I’d come.
    If it was Wolf’s bedroom antics that she was fleeing, she was in for a rude awakening. I’m a piston-fired, turbo-charged, orgasm machine. I can out-fuck a herd of stallions. I can out-pump a locomotive. If she came to me hoping for mercy, she wouldn’t find any.
    She thought she was playing me? Please .
    It was like taking candy from a baby. She had something I wanted, and I was going to have it. I had to have it.
    I put my drink down.
    “My name’s Jackson,” I said. “Jackson Jones.”
    “Jackson Jones?”
    “Jackson-motherfucking-Jones,” I repeated, grinning.
    She smiled, and I swear there was a hint of seduction in those lips.
    “I’ve got a question for you, Jackson-motherfucking-Jones.”
    She could ask anything she liked. All I could think about was bending her over the counter and sliding my bare cock into her naked womb till it throbbed hot semen into her. I wanted to fill her so full of my come it would be dripping down her legs for weeks. I wanted skin to skin, full contact, wet orgasm. I wanted to put a baby inside her. And in exchange for my help, she was going to let me.
    “What is it?” I said.
    She hesitated. She was scared. I could tell she’d been crying. I felt a pang of pity for her, but the desire flooding through my veins was stronger.
    “Last time you met me, you said you didn’t give a fuck about