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physical response that made her fantasies pale in comparison.
    She could do this. She would do this. Fingers trembling, she reached under the hem of her tight dress. She gripped the waistband, peeled the panties down her legs and stepped out of them. She straightened, clutching the lace tight.
    He held out a palm. “Hand them over.”
    Not seeing much of a choice, she dropped them into his hand.
    Her eyes widened as he rubbed the damp fabric between his thumb and forefinger.
    Heat spread over her chest, up her neck.
    “Come and sit.” He scooted back so there was enough room for her to be comfortable.
    Surprised and grateful he didn’t mention the embarrassing state of her underwear she sank down between his splayed thighs. When she’d settled, he gripped her around the waist and nudged the curve of her ass against his erection. His lips skimmed her neck. “You think you’re wet now, just wait, I’m going to have you dripping.” His teeth grazed the corded muscle between her neck and shoulder.
    “Oh!” She broke into a sweat. Mortification and arousal warred inside her.
    At the front of the dark room, a spotlight went on. Violet gasped in disbelief. A tiny slip of a woman was on her knees, arms spread wide from a bar hanging from the ceiling.
    Violet’s stomach did a double summersault. What the hell was going on?

Chapter Six

    “What—” Violet’s voice broke and trailed off.
    “Shh, just watch. Trust me.” Ethan’s smooth voice soothed her ragged nerves.
    Had the woman been listening to them? Before she had time to ponder or ask, a man wearing black pants and no shirt stepped out of the shadows. Violet flinched. Oh my god!
    The man was huge and scary, his muscles rippled under scrolling tattoos. His short blond hair emphasized the sharp, harsh angles of his beautiful, almost-savage face. He turned and looked straight at Violet. With the spotlight, she knew it was impossible to see more than an impression of her form, but it didn’t stop the impact of that piercing gaze. An angel, although whether he was sent from heaven or hell was too hard to say. She slid closer into Ethan. She gulped. “Who?”
    “Caleb, a friend of mine. Relax, he’s going to give you a little show.”
    Had they been here the entire time? Listening? Watching? “Have they—”
    “Quiet.” Ethan’s tone implied if she didn’t obey there would be trouble. He skimmed his fingers along her collarbone. “You can ask questions later, now I want you to stop thinking and watch.”
    Stop thinking? Was he insane? He might as well ask her to stop breathing.
    The man up front—Caleb—turned to the woman kneeling on the hard wood. Her face was down, her gaze on the floor. He curled large fingers around her jaw and lifted her chin. He said something, but Violet couldn’t hear the words. She leaned forward, straining to hear. “What did he say?”
    “What I said was no more questions,” Ethan growled the words so fiercely her spine went rigid.
    She whipped around, mouth already open.
    One look at Ethan and she snapped it shut. He raised one brow. “Let me explain how this works, Violet. I speak. You obey. Now sit back, be quiet and watch.”
    She stared, unable to move, to speak.
    He placed his hand over the flair of her hip and squeezed hard enough to make her jump. “Next question and you’ll be over my knee, bare ass in the air. Got it?”
    “You wouldn’t!” The words tumbled out of lips before she could stop them. “Ask me another question and find out.”
    Their gazes met, and his eyes glinted like hard bits of blue steel. He meant it. She had no doubt.
    A desire to fight him rose fast and furious within her. The need welled in her chest and pounded against her rib cage. But underneath, something else coursed hot in her veins. Arousal. It vibrated through her, along her skin and between her legs. She wanted him, wanted this. Now wasn’t the time to be stubborn. Besides, she was pretty sure she’d lose.
    She pressed her