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babe?”
    Her lips twitched at the corners when Ace came up behind Jason, and then spread into a grin when Jason scowled.
    “Maybe,” she teased, more to irritate Jason than to lead Ace on.
    His eyes darkened, almost to black, and his voice dropped, husky and low. “What are you thinking exactly?”
    “I’m thinking you’re very direct.”
    Ace cupped Sophie’s jaw in his broad palm, smoothed his thumb over her cheek. “Man sees something he likes, he goes after it. That’s the way men are. Visual. Women are different. Complicated. You show her the goods… mild interest. But tell her what you wanna do to her, whisper in her ear”—his voice dropped low and quiet and Sophie leaned in to hear him—“and maybe you’ll catch her attention.”
    “Jesus Christ, Ace,” Jason spluttered. “Leave her alone. Sophie’s different. She’s not part of our world. She’s… law abiding.”
    Ignoring Jason’s protests, Sophie smiled at Ace. “You’ve got my attention now.”
    Ace licked his lips, leaned so close she could feel the heat of his body through her dress, breathe in his scent of whiskey and leather. “Then you must already know what I want to do to you.”
    Sophie twisted her bracelet around her wrist, a combination of onyx to enhance self-control and stimulate wise decision-making and hematite for emotional balance. Given she was not only still talking to Ace but also imagining tearing off his clothes and spending the night having hot, sweaty animal sex with him, she suspected her stones weren’t working.
    She traced a finger over the patch on his shoulder, drawing it along the three letters that spelled his name, ACE . “Spell it out for me.”
    “Fuck.” Jason stomped away shaking his head and muttering something about a whole lot of trouble.
    A grin split Ace’s face as he watched Jason go. He slid his hand around Sophie’s waist, pulling her close. His lips brushed against her ear in a soft whisper. “I wanna fuck you, sweet Sophie. Any way. Anywhere. I want my hands on your tits, your nipples in my teeth, your sexy body wiggling beneath me, desperate to come. I want your lush ass in my palms and my cock buried deep in your pussy. I’m gonna lick your clit till you moan, and drink your honey. Then I’ll put you on your knees, those beautiful lips wrapped around my cock as I fuck your sweet mouth. I want you on a table, over a chair, against a tree, on the grass, on my bike, and in a fucking car until your body is worn out from coming and your voice is hoarse from screaming. Then I wanna hold you till the sun comes up and we do it all over again.” His thumb slid over her hip, tracing lazy circles down to her mound. “You interested?”
    Her breath hitched. No man had ever spoken to her that way, and although she’d never thought she would enjoy dirty talk, she was wet, hot, and so aroused it was all she could do not to jump him right where he stood. “Jason seems to think you’re bad news.”
    “Only to people who piss me off.”
    “That’s not entirely true.” A tall, willowy woman with long, dark hair joined them on the grass. With dark eyes set in an oval face, full lips, and high cheekbones, she was strikingly beautiful in the soft rays of the setting sun.
    “He also doesn’t like cops, small dogs, tourists, and guys who only ride their bikes on sunny Sundays.”
    Ace turned, his hand on Sophie’s waist, a curiously possessive gesture given they’d only just met. “I also don’t like being interrupted, Jackie.”
    “Just came to check out the competition. I happen to like bad news men.” Her gaze dropped to Ace’s hand, and then up again. “I also like them available, which it now appears you’re not.” She smiled at Sophie. “I’m Jackie, unofficial private investigator for the Rogue Riders Motorcycle Club, or MC as we call it, ’cause we’re cool. I hear you tried to poison my man.”
    “Your man?” Sophie tried to edge away, but Ace tightened his grip, his