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take a good look around, Casanova, because if that’s how it’s going to be, then you may as well leave.”
    Ash laughed. Oh yeah. This one was spirited. “How about this?” He pulled off his shirt. “I’ll take off my clothes. You’ll take off your clothes. We’ll both get on that bed over there, and I’ll show you exactly how nice I can be.” He hooked a finger in her next button and pulled. “Better hurry, though. I have a head start.”
    ***
    S herri’s heart had never pounded so hard. This wasn’t her. Her idea of spontaneous was to schedule a meeting less than forty-eight hours in advance.
    Which was entirely the point. This was her getting Ryan out of her head. Being different. Being with someone different.
    She reached for Ash’s buckle. The heavy metal cooled her skin. His eyes, darker now in the dim light, held hers while she pulled the leather of his belt through one loop and then the next. Each tug sped her pulse.
    Sherri smiled slightly when she reached into his fly and encountered nothing but smooth, hard, flesh. “So. You go commando.”
    “It makes many things easier. Like this, for example.”
    “You sweet talk women into their hotel rooms and out of their clothing often?” She hated to imagine.
    He released the button on her pants. “Not as often as you’d think.” He eased her zipper down, one soft click after another. “I fucking love this underwear,” he said with a hiss. “Sweet and silky, like the rest of you.” He ran a finger from her breastbone to her belly, as if to illustrate. “Tell me. Do you do this sort of thing often, Sherri?”
    Sherri panted faster. “Never.”
    “Let’s find out what we’ve been missing then,” he mumbled against the fluttering pulse in her wrist. “Fuck, I love being right. You’re the good girl, aren’t you? The one who always raised her hand to speak in class. I could see it the moment I looked at you though, you had a bad girl who needed to come out and play.”
    God, she wanted that more than she could put into words. For one night, no rule-following pencil-pusher. That girl had gotten screwed over and betrayed. So was toeing the line all it was cracked up to be?
    The suits in charge had told her to take a vacation. Might as well go all the way. For one night, she wanted to handcuff the rules and throw them in the back of a deep, dark closet.
    She stretched up to taste his wide lips when her pants pooled at her feet. His tongue still carried hints of the drink they’d shared downstairs. And excitement. God, he tasted... thrilling.
    “I want you on the bed.” Ash made a growling sound that gave her the shivers as he shucked his pants and boots, standing in front of her in a display of hard, naked, male glory she’d never honestly imagined.
    “I...” In her shock, she rudely stood and stared, even as she tasted blood from biting her lip. That line of definition that separated a man’s hips from his legs? The striations across his ribcage? She’d never seen a body like that outside of a magazine. Not even on Ryan, and he’d spent more time in the gym than a pro athlete. Allegedly.
    Ash’s abs and chest flexed when he stepped forward with a pointed finger. “On the bed, or I’ll put you on the bed. And I’ll make sure you like it.” He shrugged. “Or say the word, and I can go. If you’ve changed your mind.”
    The independent woman in her balked and bristled at being ordered to go anywhere. Yet her underwear, the last scrap of clothing she still wore, grew damp at the suggestive tone, at the way he growled his demand. With a deep breath, Sherri stepped away from her pants and kept going until the backs of her knees hit the mattress.
    Sherri let the rapid drumming of her pulse drown out all the warnings inside her head: This won’t look good if anyone at work finds out. He could be huge trouble. He could be dangerous.
    He could be as bewitching in bed as he’d been downstairs in that bar.
    Sherri gasped when her back hit