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I couldn’t explain why, but I really wanted him to keep that spooky black hood with the silver skeleton face on.

It made flirting with him easier somehow. And that was what I was doing, right?

Yes, I admitted to myself.

I was trying to flirt. To be sexy. This costume was a chance for me to be more than I was, and I wanted that. I wanted it badly.

“Don’t what, Vixen?”

“Don’t take it off.”

CHAPTER FOUR-TOMMY

The second she said the word “don’t,” I felt something shift within me—a visceral pull that ignited a fire in my veins.

I knew right then I had to have her.

There was a wildness in this woman’s eyes, an unrestrained plea that spoke to something deep inside me, awakening a desire I didn’t even know was there.

I was captivated. A willing slave to the raw emotion swirling between us.

I had no idea how she pulled it off, but she’d managed the perfect balance of sexy and innocent. Her outfit hugged her curves in all the right places.

The fabric shimmered under the dim lights, drawing attention to her every movement. But it was more than just her clothes.

It was the way she held herself. Like she had a secret, or maybe it was a promise, hidden beneath her sultry exterior.

All I knew was I could not look away from those velvet brown orbs of hers, gazing up at me like I held all the answers.

The hunger I saw in that doe-eyed stare went straight to my cock. It was unusual for me to have such a fierce reaction to a stranger.

I’d had plenty of women. But I’d never wanted one instantly the way I wanted this one.

Naughty Girl. Sexy Little Siren. My Vixen.

Whatever she was looking for tonight, I wanted to be the one to give it to her.

Me. Only me.

That thought was so strong it damn near consumed me, quickening my pulse and tightening my fists.

It felt like the universe had conspired to bring us together at this very moment, and I was determined to make the most of it.

I’d never given much thought to destiny or fate, but right then, it seemed like I was meant to be there. In that bar. With her.

I stepped closer, feeling the electric tension between us hum in the air, thick and palpable.

“What are you doing here, Vixen?” I asked after a moment.

“What do you mean? It’s a Halloween party, right?” she tried to play it off, but I saw the nervous way she shrugged and the hungry gleam in her eyes as she stared at me through thick, dark lashes.

“What is it you really wanted to find tonight?” My voice was low and gravelly, matching the intensity of the moment.

The question hung in the space between us. A challenge and an invitation.

“I guess I was looking for a little adventure. Have I found it?” she whispered, biting her cherry red bottom lip.

Fuck. Me.

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