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spasms gripped her body.
    The room grew darker, everything blurred.
    It was only the two of them.
    No one else mattered.
    Destiny met his gaze and saw the fire burning in his eyes. His fingers continued their assault on her body, pressing against her, massaging, working her as if he knew exactly what to do, what she so desperately needed.
    “What do you want?” he whispered.
    “More. I want more.”
    He slipped two fingers inside her.
    In and out. In and out.
    She was so close, so—
    “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
    She moaned, her body trembling with release. Her breathing came in short gasps as she tried to draw in enough air to fill her lungs. He held her close, pressing his fingers against her until her body stopped quivering, and the bar came back into focus, then he slowly slid them out of her, scraping against her, making her body quiver one… last… time.
    “You’ve been a very bad girl, Destiny. I think next time I’m going to have to show you what I do to bad girls.”
    Flames licked up her body at the thought of Chance showing her anything.
    He suddenly straightened. He was tall. At least six feet four inches. She grabbed the edge of the bar so she didn’t lose her precarious position on the stool and slide off onto the floor. Destiny doubted she would have the strength to get back up.
    “Another beer for the… lady,” he told the bartender before dropping some more bills on the counter.
    When had the bartender returned? Did it matter? No, not really. Destiny felt far too satisfied to let anything bother her right now.
    Chance leaned down and brushed his lips across hers, then stood and walked away.
    For a moment, Destiny thought Chance might be going to the men’s room, but he walked past the sign directing him to the restroom and out the front door.
    What the hell? He was leaving?
    Nothing ever changed. They got what they wanted, then left. Just like when she’d been alive. Tears welled in her eyes.
    The bartender placed a beer in front of her.
    She gripped the cold bottle, blinking back the moisture in her eyes. What did it matter? She’d used him, too. Chance had given her exactly what she’d needed, and he’d done it very well. And maybe she wanted more—so what?
    “Who is he?” she asked before the bartender turned away.
    He looked at her and shrugged. “Some cowboy. He’s been coming in here for about a week now. I asked him once if he was from around here. He only said he was waiting for a lady.” The bartender’s gaze swept over her. “I thought you might be her.”
    A cold chill ran down her spine.
    He was waiting for her? Why? Who was he? Did he know she was in search of a soul?
    Idiot!
    Of course Chance wasn’t waiting for her specifically. He was just a cowboy looking for some female company. Any willing lady would have satisfied his needs.
    She glanced toward the door, felt his lingering presence. Chance was good, real good. He had her wanting more. Why shouldn’t she test the waters again? She would wait for him tomorrow night. He’d told her “next time.” She smiled. Yes, he’d be back.
    Chance Bellew won the point for tonight, but tomorrow—he’d soon be all hers. She planned to take him higher than he’d ever been before. By the time she was through with him, Chance would beg her to take him to Hell. He might have been waiting for a lady, but he found a demon instead. Well, a demon-in-training. Close enough.
    Her lips curved upward. Tomorrow night couldn’t get here soon enough.

Chapter 2
     
    It took all Chance’s willpower to leave Destiny. His dick hurt so bad that if anyone bumped it, the damn thing might break off. Walking away was the most difficult part in any assignment.
    Once outside the bar, he took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled. Destiny was some kind of hot. Chance was tempted to turn around and go back inside. Just say screw it to the way he’d always done things. There were other ways he could handle the situation.
    Chance shook his