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element, bamboo symbolizes strength of character. It’s thought that ancient tattoo artists incorporated bamboo into the background of pieces as a tribute to the tools of their trade, which were made out of bamboo.
     
    Quin shoved his keys into his pockets and checked the room number Kellie had texted him while he’d stopped at a gas station for rubbers. He’d meant to pay for the damn hotel but she hadn’t waited for him. Now he needed to figure out how to repay her without giving her cash and making her feel like a hooker. He’d already screwed up by calling her doll. He sure as hell hadn’t seen that coming.
    He checked the numbers on the cheap motel doors and headed to the left. This was not a responsible thing for him to do, but here he was anyway, pacing down the line until he came to a nondescript door with paint chipping and the number plate missing a screw.
    There should have been music or something to denote that behind this door was someone remarkable. He’d known Kellie for a handful of hours but he could already tell he liked her, even if she could be a little prickly.
    He rapped on the door twice with his knuckles and the metal jerked away from his hand. Kellie filled the space, her face inscrutable. He’d had the same problem reading Asian opponents when he’d fought. No one had a better poker face.
    “Evening, ma’am,” he said in his best Texas twang, tipping an invisible hat. “I was wondering if I could interest you in some company.”
    She snorted, grabbed a handful of his shirt and yanked him forward.
    He allowed her to pull him into the room but he wasn’t going to let her call the shots. She wanted to fight and fuck, he’d give her what she needed.
    He crowded her back, slamming the door shut behind them. In a quick move she didn’t see coming, he grabbed her arm and twisted, forcing her up against the wall face-first. The curve of her ass nestled against his groin perfectly. He wasn’t hurting her. He would never do that. But she was at his mercy.
    “Let me go,” she growled.
    He nuzzled the side of her neck. “No. You want to blow off some steam. I’m not going to make this easy for you.” He sucked on her earlobe and she growled again.
    The next thing he knew, he was staring up at the ceiling, stars circling in his vision. Someone straddled his waist. He reacted from habit, grabbing the weight that had settled over him and twisting, forcing Kellie into submission. He sucked in a deep breath as Kellie struggled, her body undulating and rubbing against him. She didn’t thrash but she tested his hold. She could do that all day if she wanted. He taught guys this shit. Still, he was impressed she’d taken him to the floor.
    He shook his head and took stock of their bodies. Kellie lay under him on her back, her arms mostly restrained. His greater weight kept her pinned and him in the dominant position.
    The lamps and vanity were the only sources of light. Her hair was spread out on the carpet. Her eyes were two inky dark pools and her mouth open to suck in breath. While she might not have his strength, the idea of sparring with her was taking on a whole new erotic appeal. He’d never thought of the octagon where he’d fought for prize money as a place for sex, but he was now.
    Her legs wrapped around his hips and her body relaxed, softening. She had enough freedom to feather her fingertips against his face and hair. She twined her fingers in it and tugged, inviting him closer.
    He didn’t ease up on his hold. “You’re sexy when you kick my ass. Try to do it again.”
    She strained to get closer. It was a fucking turn-on. His semi-hard cock twitched against her and he almost considered letting her go. He dropped his head just enough. Her lips caressed his, inviting him to come closer. So he did.
    There was no sweet first kiss. No hesitant feeling each other. Kellie reeled him in and laid an open-mouthed kiss on him. He pressed closer, seeking to deepen the kiss, wanting to be