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mess around with me.”
    “You aren’t a bad boy?”
    He chuckled, the sound wicked. Dangerous. “No. I’m not. I’m the meanest motherfucker you’ve ever met. And if you had any sense, you’d run the other way.”
    He lowered his hand and she simply stood there, dizzy, aching. Good Lord. She was turned on. By him. By the idea that he alone could make her do something crazy. Something bad. Something that a very good Delacroix girl would never, ever do.
    And why not?
    The devil appeared on her shoulder, whispered in her ear. Up until this moment she hadn’t been aware she possessed both sides of a conscience. She’d never been tempted to do the wrong thing in her life. Suddenly, she was.
    Because she had to wonder where being good had gotten her. What it had left her with.
    She’d become a doormat in the name of keeping the peace. Being the kind of fiancée that Charlie wanted had meant being a good girl. Guarding her reputation. In truth, it had been all about him controlling her. It was just another game, another societal snare to try and trap her, make her into some sort of acceptable creature, worthy of her last name. Worthy of her position within the community she inhabited.
    As she stood there, staring at this man who made her feel things that were almost foreign, this man who didn’t seem to care what anyone thought at all, who was so deliciously, frighteningly free from all of the things that held her bound, she couldn’t help but feel drawn to him.
    She couldn’t help but long for a taste. A taste of that freedom. Of that wildness. That roughness.
    Sarah took a breath, her head swimming, her heart pounding, and leaned in.

Chapter 6
    The moment her lips touched his, she realized she’d made a terrible mistake.
    For a crazy, wild moment she’d been caught up in the idea of escaping her prison. The one filled with pantyhose, pencil skirts, and expectations she wasn’t even sure she wanted to meet. From a life of trying to honor memories of people who’d already finished breathing, rather than doing a damn thing for herself.
    Marrying the right man to appease her grandfather, a man who would have made her father proud. Throwing herself into planning this party to try to remind herself what was important. To try to repair the damage she’d caused to her relationship with her grandfather by canceling her wedding.
    But when she made contact with Micah’s firm, hot mouth, everything was stripped away. That debutante cool melting against the inferno that exploded between them. And she knew for a fact that Micah didn’t care if she was a good girl. He wouldn’t even want her to be one.
    That thought sent a shockwave through her body, one that rocked her, shook apart imaginary chains that had been holding her hands down at her sides.
    She lifted them, placing them tentatively on his shoulders. Hard, muscular, and as hot as the rest of him.
    She angled her head, parting her lips slightly, deepening the extremely ill-advised kiss.
    It was bad. It was wrong. It would lead to the kind of place good girls didn’t go. Lead to things she had never done before. And that only made her want to kiss him harder, more desperately, to push him there. To push them both there.
    He flicked his tongue out, tracing the line of her lip before delving in deep, his hand going to the back of her head, pressing her firmly against him. This was so far from the soft, wet, insipid kisses she’d received in the past. This was all slick heat and confidence, bruising, painful. Like touching the flame on a candle and going back for more.
    And she was going back for more. Wasn’t going to pull away, even though she was being burned.
    Because she didn’t just want to burn, she wanted to be consumed.
    She found herself being propelled backward, hitting hard against the wall, the wallpapered surface smooth and cool behind her, his body pressing against hers, muscular, strong.
    He was beyond her control. A predator in every sense of the