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“Oh, come on. Tell me you don’t love getting off on the idea of getting caught. Tell me you don’t want a man to grip your hair, bend you over that desk, and fuck the shit out of your sweet little pussy until you’re seeing stars.”

My mouth drops open as heat floods my core.Fucking asshole. I had thought about that. In fact, since I met him three days ago, I’d spent too many hours at this desk imagining the way he’d feel pounding into me, his big body engulfing mine. But as pretty as he is with his muscles, tattoos, scars, and all of that hair, I am never having sex with this man. I’d probably wind up stabbing him right afterwards because he couldn’t keep his damn mouth shut.

I sit heavily in my chair and ask, “Do you have a fucking point?”

“You mean besides the fact that you need a good hard, cocking?” he asks. I open my mouth to protest, but he goes on, “I need my ride. A biker without a bike is just fucking sad.”

“I appreciate that, but as hard as this may be for you to hear, you’re not the only customer we have right now.”

“I’ll double whatever you’re charging.”

I frown. “Are you crazy?”

“Maybe, but I got shit to take care of, and I need that bike.”

“I don’t know what to tell you—”

“Tell me yes.”

I don’t think we’re talking about his bike anymore. I’m not saying yes to anything this man is offering—he’s a sexist pig—but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t get off on the power he’s giving me. “I’m sorry. I can’t do anything for you right now, but I’ll have one of the guys call you when she’s ready to pick up.”

He narrows his eyes and uncrosses his ankles, removing them from my desk and setting his heavy boots on the floor with a thud. He stands to his full height, and it feels like my neck just keeps tilting up, up, up, until I meet his gaze. He leans forward and presses his palms into the tabletop, bringing his face closer to mine. “I’ll be back tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that. I’mma keep comin’ back here until that ‘no’ becomes a yes.”

I lean forward, too, until my face is just inches from his. “You’ll have your bike when it’s ready, Tennessee. And as for that ‘no,’ it will never be a ‘yes.’ Ever.”

He grins. “Come on, Tink. You don’t believe that any more than I do.” Bear stands and heads to the door, unlocking it. “See you real soon, darlin’.”

I scowl in response, but he’s already gone. I shove away from the desk and push to my feet.Fucking redneck asshole. I’ll show himno. I storm out of my office and shove into my coveralls.

“You okay, Juju?” Jeb asks.

“You know, a little warning would have been good.”

Jeb winces. “I tried, but he was right there. What the hell was I supposed to say?”

I glance around the workshop, my eyes landing on the sleek black Harley before I decide to hell with the fucking biker and instead, I turn and search the board for the keys to Sterling’s Charger. They jostle one another and the metallic clang of the keys all banging together tweaks my already frayed nerves, putting my teeth on edge.

“Uh-oh. She’s on the warpath. Take cover, boys,” Liam warns.

“Fuck all of y’all.” I give them the finger.

“Hey, I didn’t say anything.” Grant—the only member of staff who isn’t one of my brothers—frowns.

“You didn’t exactly help,” I say, exasperated. “You know, there are four big, burly guys in this workshop and not a single one of you thought to stop a strange man from walking into my office.”

“Not to sound like a pussy, but have you seen him?” Jeb grimaces.

I roll my eyes. “Oh, I’ve seen him.”

“I bet you have.” Liam nudges my shoulder with his elbow. I slam my fist into his bicep. “Ow!”

“I don’t get it. Why don’t you just fix his damn bike?” Bobby Ray closes the trunk of a blue 2012 Honda Civic and leans against it, wiping the grease off his hands with a rag. “Then he’ll stop coming in here.”

I narrow my eyes. “Wasn’t that same Honda in here last week, and the week before that?”

His brows pinch together. “What? No.”

“It was. AAC 7165. I remember that license plate. Why the hell is this car in my shop again, Bobby Ray? I trust that when a vehicle is returned to its owner, everything is perfect. Therefore, it shouldn’t need to come back to us until it’s ready for another oil change.”

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