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He arched a brow, his face softening. “Aw, babe. I’ll make it up to you.”

This time she didn’t have to put on an act. He was so damn seductive. She glanced away and made sure anger simmered in her eyes. “You always say that.”

He reached out and dragged her against him, but she pushed against his chest. “And don’t I always deliver?”

Over his shoulder, she could see how intensely Dos was looking at her. She lowered her eyes as Dean whispered, “We need to get you out of here before I have to fight everyone in here.”

“Make it good,” she whispered back.

For the second time, Dean met her gaze with an intensity darker than she’d ever seen. He moved closer to her and slowly ran his thumb over her lips, very gently from one side to the other, and against every rational thought in her head, she felt the rest of the world begin to recede.

“Fight me a little,” he murmured before bringing his mouth down to hers and whispering against her lips, “So sweet.”

She jerked her head away, but he grabbed the back of her head and held her there as he kissed her again. His other hand came up to her waist and slid around to cup her ass and pull her tight to his body. He fused them together, his long legs pressed against hers, the lean, firm muscles of his torso against her breasts and stomach, and the steely strength of his arms encircling her.

The people in the room stood transfixed. Everyone had forgotten Dean had disappeared. No one could tear their eyes away.

She started to protest, and he gave her hair a gentle tug before his mouth came down on hers even harder, and yet more sweetly, if a forced kiss could be sweet.

“Shhh,” he whispered, relenting just a little, before kissing her again. Some of his heat washed into her then, the heat from his pelvis, the soft, wet heat of his tongue sliding along her lips, asking for entrance. She gasped, just the slightest gasp, and he took full advantage, pressing his tongue into her mouth.

She trembled in his arms, with both mock anger and a very real appreciation for Dean’s kissing skills.

When he broke the kiss, she relaxed her body and said, “Okay. But I’m going to hold you to it.”

He crouched down and with a quick move bent her over his shoulder.

Dos laughed, his eyes glittering. “Tomorrow, Teller, nine a.m. sharp. I want my property back by ten.”

Dean nodded and walked out of the bar with Ophelia over his shoulder. He set her down next to his bike as Dos and many of the patrons followed them outside.

Dos looked at the Softail, admiration and calculation in his eyes. Dean grabbed up the helmet and handed it to Ophelia. She put it on. When he straddled the bike, she got on behind him, wrapped her arms around his lean waist, and pressed her body against his back.

He muscled the bike out of the parking spot, his back and hip muscles flexing. She was so turned on right now, even in light of the dangerous situation. Adrenaline was a rush.

He started the bike, revved it for a moment to give everyone a chance to ogle it. Then he roared off toward the road. She let her breath go when they disappeared around the corner and the van slipped in behind them.

Back in the conference room at the shop, Logan grabbed Ophelia and spun her around. “That was inspired.” He chuckled.

Even Gage bro-knuckled her, giving her one of his rare smiles. “You are a badass, Ophelia.”

“You saved my bacon,” Dean said, slinging his arm around her neck. “You had every guy in there captivated.”

She nodded. “Tits and ass. Does it every time.”

Jessica nodded and said, “We’re not out of the woods yet, but I feel we’re one step closer to those missiles. I’ll fill the general in.”

“Gage, get over to Ave’s and warn him. We’ll have to make this look as real as possible.”

“I have some ideas,” Jessica said as she covered the receiver. “I’ll go with him.” She returned to talking to their boss.

“I’ve got to go to the hospital and pick up my brother and sister. They’re being discharged in half an hour.”

“Go,” Dean said. As soon as the three of them left, he locked the conference room door.

“Why did you lock—”

He pushed her against the wall, and hiked up her denim skirt, ripped off her panties.

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