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sliding out. In and out. In and out,” he said. He rubbed her nipple between his finger and thumb, pulling and squeezing.
    She tried to swallow and couldn’t. Her mouth was too dry. Each ragged breath she drew into her lungs reminded her how badly she needed release.
    He moved his jean-clad thigh just enough so that he could slip two fingers inside her.
    In and out. In and out. Touching, pressing, massaging.
    “I can’t,” she whimpered.
    “Shh,” he whispered close to her ear. “I’ll take you to the place you want to go.” The pad of his thumb pressed against her clit and began to massage.
    Her body ached.
    She clasped his arm, squeezing.
    “Let yourself go,” he murmured close to her ear.
    She bit her bottom lip.
    “Feel me fucking you.”
    “Yes,” she moaned.
    “I’m going harder, deeper.”
    “Yes. Don’t stop.”
    He massaged, then slipped his fingers inside her body faster and faster.
    The room swirled around her, lights danced in front of her eyes. Heat swept over her in waves as she climaxed. She bit her bottom lip and pressed herself tighter against him as her body throbbed.
    Chance held her tight, his tongue delving inside her ear.
    Her thighs clenched and unclenched, pressing against his muscled thigh.
    A tear slipped from the corner of her eye as weakness settled over her. She clung to him, unable to move, barely able to breathe.
    Destiny vaguely knew when Chance led her back to one of the booths rather than the barstool. She slumped down, resting her elbows on the scarred surface, her head in her hands. Moving wasn’t an option. If someone claimed this booth, they could roll her onto the floor and everyone could step over her. She closed her eyes and concentrated on breathing in, then breathing out, and letting the world around her catch up.
    The next thing she knew, a waitress was setting a beer in front of her. She so needed a cold beer right now. Destiny dragged her eyelids open and looked up.
    “The cute cowboy said you might be wantin’ a beer.” She smacked her gum and rolled her eyes. “Lucky you, he’s some kind of hot.”
    Destiny looked around, her heart sinking to her feet. “Where’d he go?”
    “Said he had to be somewhere.” The waitress danced off when someone called to her.
    “Well, hell.” He did it to her again. Left her feeling like a limp dishcloth.
    But a very satisfied dishcloth.
    Chance would be back. Destiny smiled right before she tilted the bottle and swallowed down a third of the beer. Her body felt like mush—but in a really good, relaxed way.
    Next time, she wasn’t about to let Chance get away. He had no idea what it would be like fucking a she-devil. His lust would drive him insane with desire. He’d burn for her before she was finished. Oh yeah, his soul was already hers for the taking.
    Then why did she feel just a little niggle of alarm? A little voice whispering in her ear saying she wasn’t even close to stealing Chance’s soul. He played her all the way.
    Who the hell was this guy?
    She took another long drink, then came to her feet. Her purse was lying on the counter at the end of the bar. Amazing. What was this world coming to when no one bothered to steal someone’s belongings? She slipped the strap over her shoulder and left the bar.
    It was still hot outside. Figured. Hell was cooler than Texas. The sooner she left the better. Next time Chance showed up, Destiny would be prepared. She was positive there’d be a next time, too.
    A smile tugged at her lips. Her passion might be spent, but Chance left her with a warm glow that made her feel more alive since way before she died. It was almost as if Chance had a few special powers of his own.
    “Hey, lady, spare some change for a vet? I haven’t eaten in over a week.”
    The voice was male, deep and gravely. She spotted him just inside the dark alley. Big and burly, the bum wore filthy army fatigues and hadn’t shaven in weeks. She didn’t even want to know what kind of bugs were