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the head of his cock at her opening.
    He needed no more encouragement. Grabbing onto her ass with one hand to hold her against the tree, he thrust inside her. She moaned as he filled her fully. It was more than just a physical sensation but a mental one as well. He filled her in places she’d forgotten were so empty.
    Her hands streaked over his shoulders, digging her nails into the hard flesh of his back. She held on as he drove her hard, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of pleasure.
    As he stroked hard between her legs, he nuzzled his face along her neck, licking and nipping his way up to her ear, then back down along her jawline. With each raze of his teeth on her skin, a twin sensation blossomed inside her. Heat, brutal and fierce, built like a wild fire deep within her sex. Her whole body flushed with the intensity of it.
    He moved faster and harder, bucking against her. Every stroke of his cock sent a ripple of pleasure over her. She couldn’t stop the mewls escaping her lips. The intensity of what he was doing to her body was almost too much to bear.
    The tree bark scratched at her flesh as he plunged into her again and again, cresting her body up and down. But the pain was nothing compared to the pure sweet agony deep inside her slick warmth. Eventually they became one thing and she couldn’t even form a rational thought.
    “Oh God,” she panted, her heart racing so hard she could barely breath. “Harder.”
    Wrapping his hand around her ass cheek, his fingers brushed against her sex and he pulled her to him just as he buried himself inside her. All her muscles twitched and seized as an orgasm nearly shattered her into pieces.
    She cried out, clamping her eyes shut against the onslaught of pleasure that surged from inside and cascaded over every inch of her flesh. He kissed her then, swallowing each moan she made. It was hard and hot and wet and fierce and made her head swim even more. Then she felt him surge between her thighs.
    When he was finished kissing her, he pulled back and looked her in the eyes. “He will try to have you, but know this. You are mine.”
    * * *
    She opened her eyes and expected to find herself staring into the man’s hungry eyes, but instead she was staring at the numbers on her clock radio. It was 6:00 a.m.
    Eden rolled onto her back and blinked up at the ceiling of her bedroom. A dream. That’s all it was. Another crazy dream. She touched her lips. So why were her lips swollen as if she’d just been kissed within an inch of her life? And why did her thighs ache and her insides burn?
    Eden groaned and crawled out of bed, itching to fire up her laptop in order to do some research on The Gate nightclub. She wanted to know exactly who owned it and how long it’d been in business. Something was going on at that club and every instinct she had screamed that it had everything to do with the missing woman, Lilith Grae. Maybe even with the man she’d shot a year ago. Someone at the club knew Eden was looking for Lilith, and by the way Eden had been treated, it was obvious that person didn’t want the woman found.
    And Eden needed to know if the man who’d taken her for a wild ride onto a roof of a building was connected to the club. She thought that he was for sure.
    He knew her, that much was clear, but how and why?
    After finding zero references to the club on the net, Eden closed the lid on her laptop and looked around her apartment. She had lots of time to kill. Several hours before she went back to the club to investigate further. Come hell or high water she was going to find out how that big-ass, fiery son of a bitch had disappeared through a solid wall.
    Eden wasn’t operating under any assumptions that the bouncer was going to let her in through the front door. She had no doubt he’d recognize her even if she went in disguise. So she had to find another way in.
    Every business had a back entrance. She’d learned that the hard way. She just had to find it and exploit