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night.”
    “Look!” Another man shouted from an armchair near the far corner. “I see giant pussies!” He reached up toward the ceiling. “I can touch them! Ooooh, they’re wet for me!”
    Snorts of laughter erupted from around the room.
    “You need to get laid, Weasel,” someone said from behind Karen. “I sure as hell don’t see any pussies.”
    Despite herself, Karen chuckled. She jerked her gaze to Stoner’s. He was watching her with unveiled desire, his eyes smoldering with a dark intensity.
    Her breath caught. She needed to get out of this room and away from these people, away from Stoner , now.
    Before she did something she feared she might regret.
    Turning on her heel, she stumbled for the door.
    “Don’t go, Eva!” Rebel squealed. “Come sit on my face!”
    “I see huge tits!” the guy in the corner was bellowing as he continued to reach for the ceiling. “Double-double Ds!”
    Ignoring them all, Karen stumbled out into the hallway. She gulped in fresh air, trying to free her lungs of the marijuana smoke. These guys were all frickin’ nuts. She wanted no part of this.
    Strong arms came around her from behind, pulling her against a hard male body.
    “Those guys are just high,” Stoner whispered in her ear. “Don’t let them get to you. If you want to go to bed, I’ll take you to bed.”
    If you want to go to bed, I’ll take you to bed.
    Her heart thundered. She swallowed hard. His arms were wrapped around her stomach, just beneath her ribcage. His fingers pressed into her lower abdomen, holding her in place. She shifted. The evidence of his arousal pressed into her back.
    “Let me go.” She squirmed against him. “Please.”
    He turned her in his arms until she was facing him. “Not yet,” he whispered, his gaze hot on hers. “You’re strung tight as a fucking bow. Let me help you relax.”
    He lowered his head.
    She stared, unable to move, as his mouth came closer. But he didn’t kiss her. Not on the mouth. Instead he turned his head, then nuzzled his way up the side of her neck to her earlobe. Karen shivered. He teased and sucked on her earlobe, then made his way down and across her collarbone, pressing little kisses against her skin, all the way to the other side of her neck. He paused at a spot beneath her ear and sucked.
    The breath whooshed out of her lungs. Her legs trembled. Her hands moved upward, slipping inside his vest and clutching at his T-shirt, feeling the hard muscles beneath the thin cotton. Desire shot through her, centering in her lower abdomen, making her squirm with need. God, it had been so long…
    “Neal,” she said breathlessly. She wanted his mouth on hers. Now.
    He lifted his head, his gaze searing hers with the passion that consumed him. “I know, baby,” he whispered. “You have no idea how many things I want to do to you.” He lowered his voice and whispered in her ear, telling her in explicit detail what he longed to do to her.   
    His crudeness didn’t repulse her. Instead, it made her even hotter. God, she wanted him like she’d wanted no other man before. How could that be?
    “God yes,” she whispered, unable to deny the need that raged through her body. Too caught up in him to care at that precise moment what would happen if he discovered her secret.
    He headed down the hallway, urgently pushing her in front of him. Karen stumbled a couple of times before he scooped her up and carried her the rest of the way. He mounted the steps at the end of the hallway, then went up, and up, clear to the top. To the third floor. Karen clung to him, trying not to think about the ramifications of her actions if she went through with this.
    Dear God, she was about to have sex with a stranger. A hot, sexy stranger with shaggy, sandy-colored hair and striking hazel eyes. A big, muscled, badass biker dude. A criminal. A drug dealer. A murderer.
    What the hell was she thinking?
    The woman she’d been before wouldn’t have cared about any of that. She would