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caught his tantalizing scent, wild and musky with a hint of clean masculine sweat.
    He stopped in front of her. His gaze was hotter than a Texas summer sun as it swept over her feline costume—cat ears, furry bra, and leopard-fur boy shorts. Violence lurked in his eyes.
    And the growl in his voice was unyielding. “Changed my mind. I could use some sweet wildcat pussy, and you’re up. I’m calling in my debt.”
    “Wh-what?” The explosion of air from her lungs made his lips tilt…slightly. She shook off the disbelief. “You said no.”
    “I said when I wanted. Choose—do I fuck you here or at your house?”
    Oh my effing God . Only a sneaky weasel-dog like him would pull such a stunt. She’d hankered after him forever, and yet the thought of being with him dried the spit in her mouth.
    She jerked her gaze from his intent one and saw Sir Ethan behind him. Watching. As a dungeon monitor, he could tell deVries to go jump in a lake. He lifted one eyebrow.
    But…she’d participated in the games last summer. And lost. There hadn’t been any time limit on collecting the prize.
    DeVries stood silently, letting her think. His gray-green eyes showed no expression.
    Under Dark Haven’s rules, she could safeword if she was really scared…only it would be a cheat. She wasn’t past her limit. He hadn’t done anything yet. But under his hard gaze, she sure felt like a newborn calf trapped by a wolf.
    She shook her head at Sir Ethan and said to deVries, “Fine.”
    “Where?”
    Heavens . Let him take her here—where all those submissives would watch? Uh-uh. Home? Unease made her bite her lip. What could he learn about her there? Not much, actually. Thank goodness it wasn’t really her place. “Home.”
    He looked a little surprised, then nodded.
    Aw heck, she was going to have sex with the Enforcer. Maybe it was only for an hour or so, but… he wants me. A thrill shot through her and made her quiver.
    And lit his eyes with amusement.

Chapter Two
    Her Pacific Heights place was fairly close, and yet she always felt nervous when outside in the open. What if Travis finds me and sets someone up with a rifle? She never managed to relax until she was out of the parking garage and safe in the secured building.
    Her heart rate was still elevated when the doorman greeted her with his usual Miss Lindsey , and she led deVries into the elevator.
    On the way up to her floor, he frowned at her and tilted her face up. “If you’re this scared, maybe you should back out.”
    “Huh?” God, he thought she was afraid of him. “Oh. Right. Parking garages make me jumpy.”
    After a long regard, he nodded. The elevator doors opened. As they walked down the hall to the overly ornate, very gorgeous condo, he set his hand on her lower back. The warmth of his palm went right through the denim wraparound dress to sear her skin, blasting away any thought of fear. The knowledge his powerful hands would restrain her body in a few minutes made the very air of the hallway shimmer with heat.
    After she ushered him in, he strolled across the living room and silently took in the view of the Ferry Building and the Bay Bridge. Down below, the city sparkled with lights. “Pretty pricy digs, little girl.”
    “I like them,” she said lightly. It had been an unanticipated dream when a rich friend of Xavier’s left for Europe and needed a condo-sitter. Although the Italianate décor was stuffy—at least to her mind—everything was oh, so luxurious. Even the fancy house Victor had owned in San Antonio didn’t compare.
    Abandoning the view, deVries turned. Utterly confident and masculine, he looked at her, taking her in at his leisure, until she could almost feel his attention stroking against her skin. “Lose the dress.” His voice was level. Unreadable. “Kneel there and wait for me.”
    Oh. Man . Her fingers fumbled with the dress’s ties as every nerve in her body started to dance.
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    The surroundings didn’t please deVries. Cold