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behind Exotica and parked. He slipped through the back entrance and scanned the crowd, ensuring she hadn’t disobeyed him. He was pleased to see she wasn’t there and pushed through the front door in search of her. She stood with her hands behind her back in a ridiculously tight dress with only a small shrug to cover her. She had to be freezing, and he nearly snarled at the way the bouncer was eye-fucking her.
    “Lucinda, sweetheart,” he said loud enough for the bouncer to hear, to know she’d been claimed.
    She spun and smiled. Jesus, she was stunning. The openness in her face and the way her body seemed to hum, he almost considered kissing her. But he knew the torture would be all that much sweeter for her if he made her wait.
    “I’m parked in back. Follow me,” he said. She huffed but obeyed.
    He didn’t say anything until they got to the alley where he’d parked his vintage Indian.
    “Again with the motorcycle. Do you even own a car?” she asked as soon as she saw it.
    “Of course I do. But I’m an enthusiast,” he answered.
    “You’re a walking bad boy cliché. All you need is a goatee, a pack of Marlboro reds, and an American eagle back tat, and I’d have fallen into a dozen romance novels.”
    He shook his head and handed her his helmet. “I don’t smoke. I don’t like ink. And I can’t have a goatee as a broker and be taken seriously. It’s hard enough to convince people to trust me with the way I look.”
    She bit her dark red lip, and he swiped his thumb over it. “I trust you.”
    “No, you don’t. Otherwise you wouldn’t be sniffing around Exotica trying to find someone else to ring your bell.”
    “I told you why I was here. You didn’t call. You blew me off. What was I supposed to think?”
    “It was four days, brat, not four months. You’re going to need to exercise a little patience if you want to stay with me.” He straddled the bike and held his hand out for her to get on behind him.
    She snapped the helmet on and glanced down at her dress.
    Theo fought a snicker. He’d told her not to wear tight skirts, but the brat didn’t listen to him. He was almost glad now. Lesson learned. If Lucinda thought she could play with fire and get away with it, she was sadly mistaken. He furrowed his brow and curved his fingers, motioning for her to straddle the bike without question. “You’re going to have to hike it up and hope for the best, brat.”
    Lucinda tugged on the short skirt, lifting it the few scant inches it took to free her thighs enough to spread them. It wasn’t that the dress wasn’t fucking sexy as hell. He was still a man. He fucking loved looking at women in tight dresses. He understood why she wore them, hell why all women wore them. They looked hot, and men ogled them. It was simple.
    Unless you wanted to fuck one of them or play with their pussy, then tight skirts sucked. And Theo liked his woman’s pussy open and available at all times. Like now.
    “My ass is going to show.” She nibbled on her lip as she stepped closer to the bike, not looking at him but at the seat behind him.
    “Yep. And whose fault is that?”
    Lucinda sneered at him as she lifted one leg and quickly flung it over the seat without touching his outstretched hand.
    God how he wished he could have been standing next to the bike watching instead when she spread those sexy legs wide and exposed her pussy to the night air. He hoped she wasn’t wearing panties. Served her right. He pulled her arms around him, trying to draw her closer, but her body stayed tense.
    “What?” he asked.
    “Why are you bothering with me if everything I do is wrong?”
    He twisted to look at her, and her hands fell away. “Because teaching you to do things right is what rings my bell. Now snuggle that sexy body up to me and hang on.”
    She smiled shyly and wrapped her arms around him. So interesting. She responded to his praise almost as much as she responded to pain. He started his Indian, pulled out of the