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from her, released his aching cock, and plunged in.
    Possessed. She was beyond full and utterly possessed by Mason and it was perfect. She grabbed the edge of the desk and held on as he rode her relentlessly, filling and retreating in an almost frantic rhythm. She knew he needed to control, to dominate, to own her if only for this moment, and gave herself over to him.
    He knew he should slow down, should be more gentle, but he was too consumed by need. He slammed into her, loving the sounds falling from her mouth, the clasp of her muscles around him. When she clamped down on him, milking him, he released deep within her.
    ~*~
    Priscilla shook sawdust from her heel, hating how low Mason had made her stoop. A bar in the backwoods of Maryland was not her idea of a good time. She suppressed a shudder. She was here on a mission, nothing less, and she would buck up and take care of business. For Mason, she could endure anything. She took a deep breath to brace herself and immediately regretted it. Stale smoke, beer and body odor filled her nostrils and turned her stomach. Pretending she was unaffected, she turned to the scarred bar with an ancient biker behind it. “I'm looking for Dylan Black. He's expecting me.”
    “ Is he now?” The bartender asked, his lips covered by a thick, gray handlebar mustache. She waited as he gave her a slow perusal, his eyes almost black in the dim light. “You sure you're here to see Dylan?” he asked.
    “ That's who I asked for, isn't it?” she snapped.
    With a shrug he said, “Ol' Dylan is moving up in the world.” At her impatient gesture, he gave her a raspy chuckle. “In the back,” he directed with a jerk of his head.
    She pulled her spine straight, squared her shoulders, and picked her way through sawdust, crumbs, and peanut shells to a table in a dark corner. She couldn't imagine what else was on the floor she couldn't see, but chose to ignore it. Never before had she been in a place like this, and she vowed she never would again after tonight.
    “ Mister Black?” she asked as she slid into the rickety chair across from him. Her initial assessment was a good one. A bear of a man, he had a craggy, furred face and a large muscular body to go with it.
    “ Depends who's askin'.” He studied the woman, so out of place here in her pretty suit and sparkling diamonds. She was a delicate thing, small and blonde. Why would a woman like this come looking for him?
    She cleared her throat, as if the words she wanted to say were stuck. Finally, she said, “I am in need of your services.”
    A wide grin broke through the fur. “What kind of services are you in need of, little lady?”
    “ I need you to take care of someone for me.”
    He chewed on that for a moment, not liking the implications. “I ain't a babysitter.”
    “ A babysitter?” She shook her head. Was this man deliberately misunderstanding her, or was she on a wild good chase? “I need someone   eliminated .”
    He stood up, leaned across the table. “I don't know who gave you my name, lady, but they ain't a friend of either of us. I ain't a killer.”
    That bastard. Why had she trusted Brandon? After that episode in the parlor the other day, she'd known better than to call him, but she'd had no choice. She stomped her foot. “So, what do you do?” If that asshole ex-stepbrother of hers had set her up, and she had just propositioned a cop, she'd kill him herself.
    “ I'm a skip tracer,” he answered easily. He tipped his head toward her, daring her to ask him what that meant.
    “ A bounty hunter? I asked him for an assassin and he sends me a bounty hunter?” she shrieked.
    Dylan made a production of rubbing his ears. “Jesus, woman.”
    “ I need someone killed, not captured.”
    “ I gathered that.” He looked her up and down. “It's a bad idea, darlin'. You don't want to get caught up in all that.”
    “ He doesn't belong to her!” she exploded.
    He held up his hands. “Whoa, there.”
    “ He ruined all