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baby?”
    He threw his head back and laughed, a deep, rich rumbling sound that for no known reason made her tingle. “As a matter of fact, I am. But when I take a goomah, I expect her to be at my beck and call, available any time I please.”
    She swallowed, her panties dampening at the idea of being his sexual servant. “And what exactly would you offer in return?”
    Bobby placed both his hands on her thighs and made little circles around her knees. “Living expenses and spending cash. How does that sound?”
    Gina and Dean made enthusiastic murmurings as their eyes locked. Heat pooled in her center core, traveling up until her face grew warm. Her breath rose and fell in a rapid rhythm.
    He leaned closer and spoke in a low, rumbling voice, “But you should know, I would use you however I wanted, whenever I wanted. And I would demand fidelity. No other men.”
    “What about women?” she asked.
    “Only if I get to watch.”
     
    * * * * *
     
    He leaned back and allowed the tension to ease as everyone chuckled.
    Judging by the way Lexi’s nipples protruded beneath her blouse, she was not put off by his dominance. He definitely wanted her. Smoking hot, she offered the full package — sass and intelligence in addition to the long legs and perky tits. She had sleek brown hair with glints of gold and mahogany, cut in the latest style so it fell in layers around her face. High cheekbones and big blue eyes gave her an exotic beauty.
    She smiled at him, looking relieved he had taken the pressure off. It warmed him, fueling a desire to earn more of her grateful smiles.
    “What do you think, Lexi? Are you interested in that sort of arrangement?” he asked.
    “Well, in theory, yes, but only if I really liked the guy.”
    “So it’s about the sex.”
    “I didn’t say sex —”
    “You meant sex,” he said with a wicked grin. “How about this? I’ll offer you a personal guarantee you’ll get off every single time.”
    She laughed, a throaty, sensual sound that went straight to his cock. “Oh really? I guess you don’t lack in confidence, do you?”
    “Nope,” he said, deliberately holding her eyes. The room had shrunk so it contained only the two of them, her azure gaze searching him, pupils dilated, breath short.
    “What if I’m one of those girls who never orgasms with a partner?”
    He raked a glance down her body again, wondering how anyone that fine could have trouble getting off. “I’d figure out how to unlock your secrets.”
    Her berry-glossed lips parted.
    “How about this, Lex — give me one night,” he coaxed. “Test our chemistry.”
    She swallowed. He could sense that enough of her wanted to say yes. He stood and took her hand, pulling her to her feet. Picking up her purse, he handed it to her as he wrapped an arm behind her waist to escort her out.
    She hesitated, looking over her shoulder at her friend, who gave her a thumbs up.
    By the time he got her to his Mercedes, she seemed skittish, hesitating when he held the door for her, looking back up the street.
    “You’re safe with me,” he murmured.
    She folded her arms across her chest. “Look, maybe —”
    He circled an arm around her waist and pulled her body against his. “Are you chickening out?” he asked.
    She did not stiffen in his arms, but simply blinked up at him. “Yeah, I think so.”
    “I’ll tell you what. How about we drive your car? That way, you’re in control of when you leave.”
    She looked down the street. “I don’t actually have a car right now,” she said, but she had relaxed at the offer, as if he had allayed her worst fear of his being a psycho killer or rapist. “Where are we going, anyway?”
    “The Trump International Hotel. Have you ever been there? You’ll like it.”
    Her eyebrows raised and he knew he had impressed her.
    “Don’t worry. If you tell me to back off at any point, I will. I come on strong and I play a little rough but I know how to treat a lady.”
    Her eyes darted to his, as