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ready for more, Abby was totally spent. She robotically stepped into her dress for Mark, allowing him to tug it up over her hips. As he pulled up the zipper, a middle aged man with salt and pepper hair appeared before her. He grinned down at her. “You need to come back and see us, Red.” The enthusiastic nods of the people behind him told her he wasn’t the only who felt that way.
    Mark put his arm around Abby’s shoulders and guided her toward the door. “Good night,” he told the older man. Abby leaned against him heavily as they walked. When the door opened, the blast of summer heat made her forehead bead with sweat.
    The bouncer grinned at them. “Must have been a good night,” he remarked as they made their way to their car.
    Mark lifted her into the passenger seat of the Hummer, kissing her fiercely as he snapped the seat belt at her hip. “I fucking love you,” he told her. His fingers on her cheek were soft and gentle and at odds with his rough tone. “Now do you believe me?” he demanded.
    Abby had to think what he meant before she could answer. Finally, she nodded.
    Mark’s lips brushed over hers. “You’re beautiful. You’re sexy. And you belong to me. ”
     

Chapter 8
    Abby turned into the gravel lot of Burnout and pulled up directly in front of the garage bay instead of parking in one of the spaces to the side. She climbed out of the Camaro and stepped up onto the solid concrete of the work area. Shooter was closest to the open door and nodded curiously at her as she ventured inside.
    “Need some parts for your car?” he asked.
    Before Abby could reply, Emilio came up just behind him and said, “I got a part for you, Abby. It’s big and hard and goes all night as long as its got lube.” He grinned at her. “And you don’t gotta call me ‘Sir’ or nothing,” he said suavely before attempting to lean against the tool cart next to him. His hand slid off the surface, causing his hip to crash into it sending stainless steel hardware scattering everywhere. “Damn it!” he barked.
    Everyone, including Abby, laughed. “I think I’ll pass, Emilio,” she said. “I like a man who knows what to do with his hands.”
    Mark crossed the garage bay, smirking at the teenager. “Forget it, Emilio. She’s too much woman for you.”
    Emilio grunted dismissively. “I can handle those curves,” he declared. “They don’t look that dangerous.”
    Mark’s impossibly blue eyes sparkled as he looked at her. “It’s not the curves you’ve got to watch out for,” he told the boy. “It’s the mouth. And she’s about to give me a heaping helping of sass.”
    Emilio frowned at Abby. “How can you tell?”
    Mark’s head tilted to one side as he smiled at her. “I know my girl.”
    Abby ignored the look he was giving her and put her hands on her hips. “Come to the hotel when you finish up here.”
    The corner of Mark’s mouth lifted. “Is that an order?”
    “Yes.”
    Easy laughed, but Mark just grinned down at her. “Well, now,” he said, “should I bother to bring clothes? Or will you keep me pretty much naked all night?”
    “Dress for dinner,” Abby replied. “After that, neither one of us is putting on any clothes until tomorrow.” She put a finger to her lips and pretended to think it over. “Maybe not even then.”
    “ There’s a birthday present,” Hawk declared.
    Mark dipped his head toward her. “Yes, ma’am,” he replied in his Texas drawl, laying it on extra thick because he was amused. He loved her sass outside the bedroom. Abby suspected it heightened his own experience when he set about taming his little filly in private. She gave him a nod and turned back to her Camaro. She was still a little nervous as the entire afternoon loomed before her, but she thought she hid it well. She headed back to The Custer for the next stage of her plan.
     
     
    An hour later she was pacing back and forth inside the lobby of the hotel. Despite all her meticulous preparations,