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Again, she nodded without even giving her head permission to move.
He stood and held a hand out to her. “Uber?”
Probably a smart idea. She’d had just enough to make her unsafe on the road. “Sure,” she croaked. As she stared at his outstretched hand, the magnitude of what she was agreeing to finally kicked in. She’d chosen this man for the night. Or maybe he’d chosen her. As that second option wasn’t acceptable, she went with the first.
She’d chosen him. That knowledge was an icy bucket of water, dousing some of the lusty spell he’d cast. Now she had to make sure he knew the rules of the game. “Wait,” she said, some of her usual confidence and authority making its way back. “I have some conditions.”
He tilted his head. Clearly, Logan was a man of few words.
“I, uh…” Shit, where was her usual bravado and control? This was such a stupid idea. The man muddled her head too much to be safe. Why the hell couldn’t she kick him to the curb? As those captivating eyes stared at her, she straightened her shoulders. Fuck it. She needed an epic night and dominating this powerful man would be just that.
“We do this my way,” she said, stepping toward him. She didn’t have to try to inject a husky quality to her voice, it came naturally just being near him.
“Your way?”
“Yes,” she said, finally getting into the usual role. “My room, my show.” The familiar words settled her. “Before we leave you need to agree to fuck my way. That’s non-negotiable. If you can do that, we’ll go now. If not, I’ll keep searching for a man who’ll give me what I need.”
He stepped right into her personal space, his lips mere inches from her ear. Though she was tall, especially in her heels, he still had an inch or two on her. Immediately a barrage of lust and panic warred for dominance. Chloe clenched her fists and bit her lower lip to keep from whimpering, whether with need or fear she had no idea.
“Fuck your search. I’m exactly the man you need, baby.” His warm breath had shivers racing up and down her spine. “But sure, your room, your show.”
Holy shit. The man might not be overly verbal, but the words he did use got the job done. When he drew back, he was smiling the first real smile she’d seen from him and her knees weakened. With a wink, he turned and started for the exit.
Chloe stared at him for two seconds before tossing back what was left of her drink. Liquid courage.
As she followed him, her eyes fell to his perfectly rounded ass draped in a pair of fitted black slacks. Her nipples puckered.
Shit. This was bad.
CHAPTER FIVE
ROCKET HAD THROWN her off her game. That much was obvious by the slight tremor in her hand as she inserted the keycard into the hotel room door. Flustering her hadn’t been the plan. He wanted the authentic experience. Wanted to uncover exactly what she did with the other men who crossed this very threshold, but he just couldn’t help the primal pull to her that had him coming on strong.
Chloe was hands down the most gorgeous woman he’d seen in years, maybe even ever, all wrapped up in that tight as fuck dress. The damn thing wasn’t even overtly sexy. Nothing was on display, not her back, not her tits, hell, not even too much leg. But it molded to her length as though it’d been painted on, accentuating each and every curve and dip of her womanly body, and making a man’s mind think of nothing but what might be hiding underneath the slinky fabric. And the way that green looked against the waterfall of auburn hair cascading down her back?
Fuck, she had him practically thinking in poem.
Once she had the door open, she preceded him into the room. Without so much as a glance in his direction, she marched her pert behind straight to the dresser. “Clothes off. Lie on the bed. On your back.” The no nonsense tone was in complete contrast to the heat in her eyes and the subtle quiver he’d felt when he whispered in her ear just fifteen minutes earlier.
Now, it seemed as though she didn’t give a rat’s ass who owned the cock she was about to take. She was all business. The last thing Rocket would ever be described as was submissive. Yes, he’d spent much of his adult life obeying orders, but that was the nature of the military. And his job. Once he entered the private sector, he’d been given more freedom. Now, he only answered to one man and that was Copper, his MC’s president. He certainly never gave up control when fucking. But, curious to see where this was going, he complied.
