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devoured her mouth, kissing her as though starved for a taste “I thought about you a lot today,” he said, when he finally pulled his lips away from hers.
    “ Yeah?” She clung to his chest, fearing her knees would buckle and she’d fall to the floor. Being around him made her feel so lightheaded. “And what did you think about me?”
    “ Mostly I thought about spreading you out on my desk and fucking you from behind. I imagined you in this tiny leather skirt that I could just flip up and then pound the shit out of you.”
    Oh my God. She gasped as though all the air had been sucked out of the room.
    It took all of her willpower not to wrap her arms around him, let him take her to bed. She licked her suddenly dry lips and took a step back. Then she wrapped her arms around herself, deliberately putting distance between them. She faked a light tone. “So, uh, tell me where we are going.”
    The sensual tension broke as he shook his head. “Have it your way, darlin’. I’m a patient man, so I can wait to have you for dessert.” He held out his hand. “Come on. We’re going someplace very exclusive.

Chapter Five
     
    He took her back to Perdition, but this time, they went straight to the rear of the bar, bypassing the skanky girls and assorted tattooed biker dudes, down a long hallway through two double steel doors into a boardroom. Yes, a freaking boardroom in a bar. And from the looks of it? An evil one to boot.
    The steel doors had been stamped with the image of a stallion’s head, along with the club’s name. A quote from Revelations had been carved into the oak table: Behold a pale horse. And his name that sat on him was Death. And Hell followed with him.
    To match it, another bible quote in a frame hung on the wall : And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers.
    She suppressed a little shudder. Yeesh . Talk about ominous.
    Despite the serious be afraid vibe in the room, he had made an effort to make it cozy. Or more likely, he’d ordered one of the prospects to make the place date-ish. She couldn’t picture him fussing over a table setting, but an attempt at a romantic atmosphere had been made, nonetheless. A couple of tea light candles blazed in the corner of the long table, along with two fluted glasses sitting beside a silver bucket, filled with ice and a bottle of red wine. He pulled out a chair which she sat in and then sat down beside her.
    She glanced around the room, taking it all in. She had been curious about the club for ages. “You were right. This is very exclusive.” She doubted anyone outside their group had been here, and certainly not for dating purposes. This beats any restaurant in town.
    She could see a smile briefly curl his lips before it disappeared. “Glad you like it, darlin’. We got the best steaks in two counties, which is saying somethin’ for Texas.”
    She had no doubt the bikers appreciated their beef as well as their liquor.
    He popped the cork and poured them both a glass. He hesitated as he tasted the wine. The delicate glass appeared awkward in his big hand, much more natural for him to do a shot or drink a beer. He set it down and pushed it away.
    She bit her lips to keep from smiling.
    “You know,” he said, raking his eyes over her. “I figured this table is the perfect height.” He ran his hand along the corner, back and forth, caressing the wood. “When we’re done eating, I’ll bend you over it,” he mused. “Christ,” he moaned. “Maybe that’s a bad idea, my cock would be throbbing at every damned meeting, picturing you naked and ready for me.”
    She forgot to breathe.
    His earthy words touched her in dark places she hadn’t known she possessed. She cleared her throat and shut her eyes, clutching the arms of her chair for support. Get a grip, girl!
    When she felt composed once more, she finally spoke. She had to find out a few things about him before her