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his face. My eyes fix on his glorious presence, and I take in every inch of his muscle-bound body. My pulse quickens. He has tatts all over but the one just above his black shorts catches my attention. I squint trying to read the words. Taking a few steps closer, they begin to take form. Oh, my God, they say Ride the Lightning! And right then, I declare that’s exactly what this wild bitch is going to do. I’m going to ride Zeke Declan hard!
    The ref calls the fighters to the center to go over the rules, and that’s when I see yet another one of Zeke Declan’s masks. His expression turns from playful and charming to serious and ruthless. And it stays that way for the next seven minutes and twenty-two seconds, when they call the fight. Zeke was breathtaking, fast, accurate, and dominant. He crushed his opponent. And a few minutes later, walking out of the bar, I can still feel the dampness between my thighs. Observing my sexy, novel study turned me on.
    The parking lot is dark. I spot the golf cart and head for it.
    “Leaving so soon, Picasso?”
    The sound of his voice, like a lasso, loops and spins me around. Shirtless, muscles glistening with sweat against the dim light, Zeke casually leans against the side of the building. A faint rise and fall of his chest gently breaks his stoic composure as if he’s still trying to catch his breath from the fight. “Enjoy the show?” A smile tugs on his mouth as he waits for me to respond.
    “Maybe.” I smile. “If I was one to enjoy watching two idiots beat the shit out of each other.”
    “Ah …” He chuckles, deep and low. “You disagree with the sport?”
    I don’t. The savage and powerful exhibition I just observed, there was something stimulating about it. Not that I’m going to admit it to him. “I didn’t say that.”
    “What?” He turns his head slightly to the left, keeping his eyes connected to mine. “Come closer.” He tilts his chin, his grin widening as his head turns back to me.
    “Why?” My body freezes.
    “I can’t hear you,” he says, pushing himself from the building but only takes a single step toward me. Everything inside responds to him, my nipples harden, the tiny hairs on my body rise, and the dampness between my legs increases. How can a man cause this kind of response to a woman’s body just by taking a single step?
    Dammit. Get it together. Rayna has faith in you.
    “Okay.” He lightly chuckles again. “Here,” he thrusts out his hand, “let me see your phone.”
    “Why?”
    “Just give it to me,” he says, and I know when a guy like Zeke Declan demands something from a woman, she probably gives him what he wants. Not this girl.
    “No.” I smirk, flip around, and start for the golf cart. I hear heavy footsteps behind me, but I continue to crawl into the small cart. I drop my cell on the passenger seat, stick the key in the ignition, turn to the left, and glance up. He’s looming over me with an arm stretched up on the roof of the golf cart. I skim past his naked, muscular chest. I push myself back in the seat and cross my legs.
    “Look at you,” his eyes slowly roll down my stringent body, “all little Miss Uppity. I bet it’s hard maintaining that perfect posture, watching every word fall properly from those pretty red lips, and keeping those legs crossed so tight that your thighs are begging for some relief. Well,” he leans his forehead against his forearm, gazing down at me, “maybe it’s not your thighs in need of some relief, huh?”
    “Now, now …” I grin. He’s flirting with me, and that’s good. It’s exactly what I want. “Who would have thought Zeke Declan would be attracted to a woman with good posture, who spoke proper English, and who also knows how to sit like a lady.”
    With a crooked grin, his brow lifts. “Attracted to you?”
    “Yeah.” My eyes drop to the waist of his shorts, inspecting his tattoo. I find myself wanting to trace each letter with the tip of my finger. I flash my eyes