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that made me feel stripped naked.  
    “You knew I wasn’t a good girl when I fucked you in the alley,” I pointed out.
    “Oh, I knew long before then.” Corbin worked my jeans down again. I’d intended to suck him off, but if this was what he wanted…
    I leaned over and hit the play button again—all of my appliances were recalcitrant—and a rock song exploded through the speakers. Only then did I realize that it could have too easily been The Second Waltz —the song we’d danced to our first night together. I’d never heard of Dmitri Shostakovich before then, but I’d listened to that song hundreds of times since. That would have been embarrassing.
    Corbin shoved me on the bed, pulling my legs up. I stared at my jeans around my knees, my worn boots in the air, and I felt foolish.
    “The moment you woke up in my bed, I knew,” he said.  
    “Bullshit.”
    “Your eyes gave you away.” He treated me to his cocky smile. “I thought to myself, ‘Goddamn, this sexy little bounty hunter wants to fuck me more than she wants to turn me in.’”
    I snorted and rolled my eyes. “Wrong.”
    “History says otherwise.” Corbin leaned in, eyes gleaming. “Sex with me is worth two million bucks.” His amusement gave way to that ragged lust that I knew so well.  
    He anchored an arm around my knees, guided his cock to my slick folds. “What do you want, Audrey?” he asked, his voice all low and seductive.
    “To get fucked by someone who isn’t an egomaniac,” I said.  
    “Mm.” He sank his teeth into my denim-covered calf, then shoved himself so forcefully into me that I felt my face get fireplace-poker hot.
    And he fucked me. It was fast, but it was rough, even for Corbin, who liked to liberally spice his sex with pain and domination. I knew I’d have bruises where his hand gripped my hip. He held my lower body in the air, my mid-back, shoulders and head on the mattress. Barely.
    His fingers dug into me, and I knew he was marking me. And when he leaned forward, folding my body under his weight, and pressed his palm over my mouth, I let myself go, writhing and moaning. Our grunts mixed with the music.
    Corbin collapsed over me in a rare lapse of complete control. The man was heavy as a truck. I was so surprised that I didn’t try to shift him to a more comfortable position. He was still breathing hard, still coming down from his own orgasm. “I wish you wouldn’t go,” he panted.
    “Sorry.”
    He kissed my neck, right under my earlobe. “Ok.” He easily raised himself off me. “In that case, you’d better take this.” He sat up, then reached under the bed— my bed, which really shouldn’t have sheltered things I didn’t know about—and handed me an opaque black plastic bag, the kind the liquor stores use. He handed it to me, but I sensed he didn’t want to.
    I glanced inside and saw a box of pretzel sticks, enough candy and chocolate bars to put a horse in a coma, chewing gum, a paperback novel about cannibal zombies, bottles of painkillers and vitamins, and a black box.
    “Some things for your trip. Snacks and so on.”
    “What’s in the box?” I pulled it out. It rattled.
    Corbin took it away, dropped it back in. “Pencils. Look at it in your room. And no sharing with Henry.” His voice had gotten clipped again.  
    “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you want me to work for you so you can keep an eye on me.”
    “But you do know better.” He retreated to a corner, where he proved that a scowl could make my blood run cold. As much as I wanted to pretend that he was jealous, that wasn’t the case. He didn’t want me mixed up in this.  
    If I hadn’t felt terrible about going before, I sure did now. The only person who knew all the details didn’t want me to do this, and the people who didn’t have all the facts would not have been in favor. But I was going.
    I kissed him goodbye, suddenly unable to meet his eyes, then went out, closing my bedroom door behind me.
    Henry