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surreal it was growing up the child of a bounty hunter. “Sometimes, when I was really bad, my mom said she was going to have my dad turn me in for a ‘bad kid’ bounty. How cruel is that? I was terrified of being arrested, so that always made me behave.”
    “Which is why you always follow the rules.”
    “You make me sound boring.”
    “Believe me, you are not boring.”
    I thought about my cramped, dingy, dark apartment, full of cheap, broken appliances. I wasn’t so sure. “What about you? What was your childhood like?”
    “Nice, actually. Middle class. Upper middle class to be precise. My parents were lawyers.”
    “I wonder if they know my parents.”
    “Doubtful. I’m not from here. Didn’t you read the file on me?”
    “Um…”
    He set down his fork. “Do you even know why I’m wanted?”
    I shook my head, and Corbin threw back his head and laughed. At first I was baffled, but he laughed harder and harder, and by the time he finally slowed, I was furious.
    “What’s so funny?” I said between clenched teeth.
    “Audrey. It’s just…” He started laughing again.  
    I’d had enough of people laughing at me. A girl bounty hunter? No, asshole, a woman , and yes, a bounty hunter, so what? But you’re so little! But you’re so sweet looking. How are you going to apprehend anyone?
    I shoved back my chair, and Corbin got up, still laughing, and caught my arm. “Fuck you,” I hissed.
    His laugh died, and he wrapped a hand around my hair and pulled my head back. “Would it hurt you to be polite?” The amusement was gone from his eyes.  
    I swallowed and pushed my body against his for a brief moment, teasing him even as I continued to glare.
    He pressed his mouth against mine. I fought him because I was still hurt about being rejected earlier, but then I yielded because the hours of being near him had worked me into a feverish, greedy black hole of desire.
    He thrust his tongue past my lips like he was supposed to be there, like I was a sure thing, like he owned me. I wanted to be offended, to shove him away and regain my dignity, but it would have to wait until my head stopped spinning, which wouldn’t happen while he was kissing me like that, all hungry and determined. When he did pull away, I moaned.  
    “Do you want this, Audrey?”
    I nodded.
    “Say it. Say that you want this.”
    “Guess I do,” I said, unwilling to commit to more than that.
    “Try again.”
    “Wow, you get off on making women beg for it or something?”
    “Yes.”
      His direct, unapologetic answer made me quiver inside. One night with this man. I’d never have to come across him in a bar. Never look at his smug face and know that he’d made me beg for sex. There was power in ignoring men I’d previously seduced, but I would never be able to act indifferent around this man. He reduced me to an insecure, fumbling mess with just his kisses. Sleeping with him would be stupid. And yet… “I want you to fuck me.”
    The moment the last word crossed my lips, he grabbed under my ass and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around him, kissing his neck as he carried me into the living room. I expected him to head to the couch, but he carried me up the stairs. I felt safe in his strong arms, but I tightened my legs around him.
    He opened the door to the bedroom and gently laid me on the bed. “Say it again,” he ordered.
    I smiled seductively. “Fuck me.”
    He smiled sadistically. “Maybe.”
    I’d always had a strange relationship with foreplay. When guys didn’t want to do it, I got mad because they were lazy. When they did, I got mad because they were taking too long. It was one of many reasons I preferred to be in charge.
    So when Corbin reached into the table next to the bed and pulled out a condom, I figured I had a few minutes of good pounding ahead, and that would be the end of it, but he dropped the condom on the pillow next to mine. “I’m not sure I’m going to fuck you,” he whispered into my ear as