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manicured nail down his chest, she pulled out the sexiest smile in her arsenal. “I can go one for one all night long. Can you?”
    Something dark stirred in his eyes. Lust. She was sure of it, even if she didn’t understand it. How the hell was she, Chloe Jacobs, sitting at the bar with one of the sexiest guys in the NHL eye-fucking her? She had no real basis for comparison, but he was pretty damn fine, so it was a safe bet he was at the top end of the hockey hottie spectrum. Were all hockey players this easy on the eyes?
    Ryan swiped her beer and downed it in three quick gulps.
    “Hey.” Her temper flared hotter than the hinges of hell. “What exactly do you think you’re doing?”
    He was on her in a flash, spinning her stool and trapping her between his powerful arms, his palms braced on the edge of the bar. The hard muscles of his chest were pressed to her back, a stark contrast to her own soft body. He brought his mouth to her ear, nipping at her earlobe and tracing the inside of her ear with his tongue. A rush of desire surged through her, reminding her of the need he’d awoken deep within. She sighed, cursing herself yet again for responding to his touch like an unsatisfied virgin.
    “I need you sober enough to say yes when I take you home and fuck you until you go mad thinking your body will come apart with pleasure. The first time will be quick. But after that? It’s going to take all night because I’m going to learn every single spot on this body that makes you moan. And I’m going to do it with my tongue.”
    To prove his point, he swiveled her stool, bringing them face-to-face. His mouth descended without hesitation, or care for who might be watching. Or maybe in spite of it. Those soft lips crashed against hers, driving the kiss deep and hard, their tongues inextricably entwined as she tilted her head back and opened herself to him. He tangled his fingers in her hair, exploring her mouth and tempting her with the promise of more.
    When he pulled back, Chloe gasped at the loss of contact. She was so screwed. The time for fun and games had passed. There was only one answer she could give this man. Only one she wanted to give, despite her resolution. But then what? She couldn’t even hang onto Dave the Douche. How could she possibly hope to keep Ryan, the dirty talking, scorching sex god?
    She couldn’t. It was that simple. Which actually made him kind of perfect. Forget Mr. Right. Get down and dirty with Mr. Right Now. No expectations. No emotions. Just a whole lot of sinful pleasure. Why shouldn’t he pound an orgasm out of her, no strings attached? Sure, he was infuriating with all his swagger and bossiness, but it did nothing to negate their chemistry. And neither of them was looking for long term. By his own admission he’d just gotten out of a crappy relationship, and she was taking a hiatus from getting dumped. It was perfect, really. Besides, no one had to know.
    “My place or yours?” she asked, ignoring the niggling voice in the back of her head that warned her to walk away while she still could.
    “Your place is closer,” he said with a sly grin.
    They barely made it back to her apartment. A whopping two whole blocks. By the time they got up the stairs, Ryan was sucking on her neck making it damn near impossible to get the key in the lock. When the door finally swung open, they fell through, joined at the lips. Desperate for him to make good on his promise and put that tongue to good use, she devoured him with hungry kisses. They crashed into the sideboard, sending the giant stack of mail skittering to the floor. Who cared? She didn’t. Pressing her to the wall, he slipped a hand under her skirt, feeling his way to the top of her fishnet stockings. When he grabbed her ass, she lifted her leg, wrapping it around him.
    “These are so fucking hot, but they have to go,” he said, moving from her mouth to her chin, scraping his teeth along her jawline.
    Dropping to his knees, he pulled