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he didn’t like her thinking about the other man, much less contemplating his sexuality. He let the subject drop.
    She indicated a turn and they rounded the corner. A dark blue Harley was parked up ahead.
    They reached it sooner than he wanted. He pulled his phone out. “Give me your number.”
    She did, asking for his in return and keying it in before sliding the phone into her jacket pocket.
    Unable to let her go with just a goodbye, he trapped her against the bike, this time holding her flush against the hard evidence of a desire that showed no sign of abating.
    She wrapped her arms around his neck. Pressed her breasts to his chest and made a small sound of approval as his mouth
lowered.
    He couldn’t shake the threat Eamon represented. “You don’t have to go elsewhere for this. Especially not to Aesirs.”
To
him
.
    “I know,” she said, not
I won’t
, the answer tease and torment alike, frustration and challenge.
    Jealousy seared him again, burning hotter when the touch of his lips to hers sent a jolt straight to his cock. Regardless of the reasons for introducing himself to her, he wanted her more than he could remember wanting any other woman.
    A hard thrust and his tongue breached the seam of her lips. She shivered in his arms, tightening her own around his neck and grinding her pelvis to his, making him ache.
    Desire coursed through his system like a drug, an addictive high that began and ended with her. In broad daylight there’d be no relief,but that didn’t keep him from imagining it, from fantasizing about freeing his cock and forcing her hand to it, her mouth.
    His tongue twined with hers. Tangled in sensual embrace as he gave in to temptation, need, tormenting them both by cupping her breast and rubbing his thumb over the taut nipple.
    She moaned again, clung. And he liked that he could make her do both. Pressed for more by saying, “Come to the club tonight.”
    “My brother needs me to do something for him. I doubt I’ll be finished before you close.”
    Tension returned to her body, mental retreat and a silence that said
no trespassing
.
    He hated it, and not just because he needed her open and willing to help his family. The impulse to tell her to call him, regardless of the hour, was strong. He suppressed it, refusing to lose control of the situation any more than he already had.
    “Maybe tomorrow then,” he said, giving her a brief kiss before stepping back, affecting a casualness he didn’t feel, not with his body raging, not when there was a possibility his uncle would become impatient and act without regard for the consequences.
    “Thanks for dinner and the offer to help with the fund-raiser.”
    “Let me know what you want, a DJ or live music.”
    She unlocked her helmet. “Will do.”
    He told himself to turn and walk away from her. But couldn’t. There was something mesmerizing about watching her straddle the bike. Lithe power and feminine lines. Sensual control and inherent wildness. He could easily imagine her above him, guiding his cock to her opening and riding him.
    The Harley roared to life. Throbbing thunder and purring beat to accompany the images cascading through his mind.
    A glance in his direction, a four-fingered wave and she pulled into the street.
    Cathal cursed at having lost his focus. He memorized the license plate number and speed-dialed Sean, glad he paid good money to geta heads-up any time the Feds went fishing on the off chance he’d gotten involved in his father’s business.
    The private investigator answered and Cathal rattled off the number along with a description of the bike.
    “Got it,” Sean said. “Now who rides the Harley and what am I supposed to do with this information?”
    “The woman’s name is Etaín. She works at Stylin’ Ink. I want to know everything about her. Where she goes. What she does. Whether she’s seeing anyone. Who her family is.” He hesitated, finally embellishing on the last because he didn’t want to alienate