The Playboy's Dangerous Bet

I

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black leather sofa at the cente

g legs out in front of him, drapes one arm across th

his face, dragging his scarr

, unhurried gesture he used to

ople, or to intimidate them?" I blurt

is mouth twit

on who's

care. Becau

d, staying planted near the do

s blue eyes lazily tracing

mind games, Klaus. You dra

got into that town car all by yourself. Because deep down, if you didn't already have second

s a p

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ll me wh

sn't a

, his dark, piercing gaze tracking

aiting for a trapped r

deningly

crossing my arms tight

ly, the door clic

g but a pink thong and a delicate

carrying a silver tray loaded with a

eping slowly over my wool coat, my d

d smile spreads acro

ving tonight, Kl

st," Klaus r

softly, her eyes glinting with some inside joke I clearly misse

es, who quickly set the silver tray down o

ourbon. Let'

hey entered, the lock clickin

n, a hot, prickly wave of h

nds against my eyes and le

so st

and I let a bored billionaire con me

from my face and g

re to give me a front-row seat to your kink l

nally

er from the decanter and casually pours two

, sweetheart,"

hat," I snap. "I

his drink, his eyes never leaving

alking me?"

w else would I know your full name, your

rops hal

even de

rogance of this

is Apex pa

n inch from his mouth. His dark

ho

p that napkin, send the dress, and lure me out here. They're trying to rattle me and isolate me from Ben so I don't

me for three dea

en-he

rk. It is a deep, chest-rumbling, genui

e leather sofa, running his free

nd disa

underworld boss vanishes, and he lo

skip a treachero

he murmurs, shaking his head as

the amusement ble

down on the table

he s

rosses the space between us before my

a step backward befo

rmly around the back of my neck-his thumb pressing over my racing ca

sandalwood, aged bourbon, and scorch

ack cotton of his dress shirt to shove him of

or I swear to God I wi

ead until his mouth is inches fro

t radiating off his skin, see the light

, to my parted lips before drag

lding-not choking, not bruis

ibration that travels straight through my palms on his chest. "And frank

menu? Ex

s out with his free hand and flips a br

ates through t

ng, uncovering a full-length two-way mirror looking

aus comman

s my body so I'm trapped between t

into the sui

raddling his lap is a blonde woman in pink lingerie,

es down his neck, and his hands are clamped greedily ov

omach

but Klaus's thumb strokes a slow, hypnotic line down

watch strangers have sex?!"

Klaus interrupts, his voice de

in my body tu

le. "You're going to stand here and try to convince yourself y

turns to

ng up my windpipe,

k through

coat tossed carelessly over the arm of the so

the hand gripping t

nograph. The twelve-thousand-dollar watch I bought him

is head back against the velvet cushi

pped brutally

e

arbor. The man who was s

es giv

ty. His strong arm bands like iron around my waist, catching my weight before my knees can

right

opping for an engagement ring. Rig

. I can't tear my eyes away fr

, Klaus h

dding against my shoulder blades-a cruel, grounding anch

his lips brushing the s

he whispers into the dark