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he wasn’t expecting her to insert it now.
    As she walked up the stairs, he shouted, “And wear a skirt.”
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    Ruth looked around the biker bar. “This is nice.”
    He’d driven them out of town to a roadside bar she would never have dreamed of visiting on her own. It was a little rough around the edges. Numerous motorcycles were parked outside. Inside was a lot of wooden paneling, booths and an area that passed as a dance floor.
    The dress code ran from jeans to leather. The only essential accessory seemed to be tattoos. Looking down at her black skirt and white shirt, she felt a little overdressed.
    Dominic threw an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. “Yeah. I haven’t been here in a while.”
    His heat comforted her and she snuggled closer.
    People greeted him with warmth and affection.
    A big, burly man with a tattooed face and bushy beard clapped Dominic on the back in a bear hug. “Hey Dom. Good to see you. Is this your lady?”
    “Hey Manny. How you been? Yeah, this is my lady. Manny Unger, meet Ruth Hamilton.”
    “Nice to meet you, ma’am.” He shook her hand and Ruth was surprised at his polite manner. “So you finally settled down, huh, kiddo?”
    Dominic laughed. “Yeah.”
    “Anyway, I’ll let you enjoy your evening.” He shook Dominic’s hand. “Don’t be a stranger, eh? Good to meet you, ma’am.” With that, he was off into the crowd.
    Dominic steered her toward an empty booth. When she got in, he sat next to her instead of opposite. “I thought this would be a good place to…talk.”
    The way he growled out the word talk set her skin alight.
    She pushed a hand through her hair. She was touched he’d brought her here, touched he’d thought to show her some of his past.
    Of course they should talk. It couldn’t all be about sex and heat and domination. That would be selfish of her. The good part was she liked talking to him. Always had. He was interesting, intelligent and had a wry sense of humor that always entertained. As well as lusting after him, she enjoyed his company. A heady combination.
    Slightly nervous and horny, she shifted in her seat. “What do you want to talk about?”
    “Us. You. Me. How we fit together. How this works.”
    Yikes.
    He continued, “But first I want you to go into the bathroom, remove your panties and insert the egg into your pussy.”
    She blinked. “Excuse me?”
    A dark look passed over his face. “You heard me. Don’t make me repeat myself.”
    Double yikes.
    Being commanded should make her bristle but he knew what buttons to press and when. His commands made her want to drop to her knees. They made her weak and needy. They made her burn. It wasn’t just the commands, it was him. Dark, primal, male.
    “Where is it?”
    “I slipped it into your purse. Go now, Ruth.”
    He scooted out of the booth and let her pass. She scurried to the bathroom and locked the door. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and sucked in huge gulps of air. Her body was on fire. Her nipples so hard they hurt as they rubbed against the lace of her bra. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. Excitement was a drug in her veins, urging her on.
    She lifted up her skirt and tugged down her panties. Picking them up from the floor, she stuffed them into her purse and removed the egg. She widened her thighs, squatted slightly and pressed the toy to the entrance of her pussy. The cool plastic felt good against her heated folds. Her thighs were slick with arousal. There was no way she could go out there like this.
    Relaxing her muscles, she pushed the egg inside and clenched her thighs. The sensation of feeling full was strange. She wiped her thighs with some paper towels, washed her hands and did a test walk across the floor. Even without the vibrations, the egg provided a heady stimulation.
    Ruth walked out of the bathroom and took steady strides back to the booth. Her cheeks flamed. Surely everyone knew what was between her thighs.
    It was