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reached across her to cup her cheek in his broad,
slightly callused hand while the other continued to mesmerize her with his
intuitive knowledge of her erogenous zones. Nudging her chin up, he forced her
to meet his gaze. His fingers curled around her nape, and he leaned forward
until his lips nearly collided with hers. “Pick me. I’ll make sure you never
forget the night you decided to be a bad girl.”
    When she nearly succumbed to the
promise of his slightly rough cheek to steal a kiss, he retreated, though his
skilled fingers continued their insidious assault.
    “I hardly call romance dull.”
Chase sipped from his glass, reminding her of the treat fizzing away before
her.
    Linley downed a swallow or two.
Moisture gathered at the corner of her mouth. Before she could reach for her
napkin, Chase swiped a droplet from her lips with his thumb then sampled the
mingled flavor of the alcohol and her skin.
    “Delicious.” He savored the
taste and looked like he might go for another.
    She wished he would. Instead he
withheld the pleasure, making her yearn for more.
    A glint from Ryder’s direction
had her glancing away in time to see him chug his drink then pour another
round. The powerful flex of his throat—primal and strong—inspired her. In her
mind, she could picture nibbling the cords there as he rode her. With him, she
wouldn’t have to beg for what she wanted.
    He wouldn’t make her take.
    So many times, she had to be the
aggressor. In meetings. In dating. Handing over the reins would be a welcome
relief. This man would afford her that luxury.
    When he was down to the last sip
of the second round, he held it in his mouth and set his glass on the table
with a clunk . This time he didn’t
stop when he swooped in. His lips landed on hers without apology.
    Ryder proved that though he
might lack stealth, he had finesse in abundance. His mouth turned hers pliant
as he shared the rich drink and a taste of what a night with him would be like.
He sucked on her tongue, using the slightest edge of his teeth to awaken nerves
gone drowsy with an intoxicating blend of allures.
    When he withdrew, he bit her lip
lightly, letting the subtle sting remind her of the things he’d done to her
body without effort. Her nipples rubbed against the padding of her bra. She attempted
to cross her legs to appease the part of her that screamed for pressure right
where she needed it most.
    To her surprise, it was Chase
who prevented her from trapping Ryder’s palm between her thighs. “No, love.
Don’t hide. You didn’t come here tonight for that.”
    “And what if I’ve changed my
mind?” Having two men bracketing her, promising her their own brand of sexy
fun, overwhelmed her. For a moment, she wondered if she could handle it. Or
would she disappoint them? It wasn’t like she had a ton of experience.
    “Then let me take you home.”
Chase’s solution seemed genuine. “That’s not code for anything, by the way.
I’ll drop you at your door, safe and sound, if you’d prefer.”
    “No one’s forcing her.” Ryder
seemed offended. “But I won’t let you lie to yourself, wildcat. You came
hunting for this. You’re soaked. My finger isn’t sliding around on its own down
there. I’ll make it easy for you, give you things you never dreamed you
needed.”
    Linley’s head thunked against the seat as she dropped
it backward. “Too bad I can’t have you both.”
    Ryder laughed. The easy,
boisterous sound made it clear he did it often. With gusto. “In my world,
that’s an option. Here we’re Underground. The next level below us is called
Downstairs. I hang out a bit deeper. The Basement of the club offers the
possibility of ménage, among other more daring pursuits. Chase doesn’t sink
that low, though.”
    She peeked up in time to catch
the other man’s tiny frown.
    “That’s true,” Chase confirmed.
“I prefer to stick to Downstairs. And I fly solo. I assure you, you won’t need
other men when you have my full