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“What?” I asked.

“Your mom. Where’d she go?” she asked.

I looked over at the booth and didn't see my mother or the guy whose face she had been sucking. I scanned the bar area looking for her, trying to figure out where the fuck she had gone. But then I caught my mother’s stare as she stood at the door, her back pressed against the door frame as the young flavor of the night continued to suck on her neck.

My mother shot me a wink before she grabbed his hand, pulling him out of the bar and into the parking lot.

“At least she’s gone,” I said.

“And since she left with someone, she won’t be back,” Lindy said.

“Why the fuck is she like this?” I asked.

“I don’t really know. But you know she’s only in here to get free drinks.”

“Yeah, and if I don’t give them to her, she throws a fucking fit, and they toss her out. Without making her pay,” I said.

“Maybe we could talk to Booker? Huh? Get him to ban her.”

“You know he won’t ban anyone. He keeps that policy for a reason. The moment we start banning people, we lose our clientele because we’re no longer unbiased,” I said.

“But it’s bullshit, and you know it,” she said.

“And it’s bullshit I’ll have to continue putting up with. Trust me, I know. I’ve already had this conversation with him. But if we keep our heads down and keep working, in a couple of weeks or whatever we’ll be done with this place,” I said.

“I’m worried about you, Emma.”

“Well, this nightmare’s almost done.”

“You can come stay with me tonight if you’d like,” she said.

“Thanks. I might take you up on that.”

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PROLOGUE

His eyes were hungry, and I knew exactly what they were craving.

He picked me up gently, and I sighed into his neck. He turned his lips to my skin, and I could’ve sworn I felt their warmth. My skin puckered and the hair on the back of my neck stood on end. I pulled back to take in his eyes once more, giving myself one last chance to revel in their beauty.

Then, without a word, he kissed me.

It was hesitant at first. Light and non-committal. His lips were pillow soft, and his beard tickled my cheeks. His hands slid down my back before they cupped my ass, and immediately I found my nipples tightening to sharp peaks. His tongue swiped lightly at my lips, asking for entrance.

I fisted his shirt and pulled him even closer, and it unleashed the madman inside.

Picking me up off the floor, he settled me on the counter. Its rickety form creaked underneath my body weight, but he held me steady and close to him. His kisses trickled down my neck, sending shivers up my spine as his mouth cupped my clothed breasts.

My hands were twirling into the tresses of his hair as he traveled down my body.

His hands were everywhere. Cupping my tits and running down my side. They made quick work of my pants, pulling the heated material from my body. The cool mountain air streaming in from the open kitchen window hit my soft molds, causing me to shiver as his eyes looked down upon me.

They were hungry, and I knew exactly what they were craving.

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