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“Can you get a man?” he asks with a head tilt.

Some of the guys try to smother their laugh with a cough, while most are just outright laughing. “Chris, can you take me to my room so I can die of embarrassment now?” That just causes the guys to laugh even harder.

“Come on, sis, I’ll show you to your room. You too, Sara.”

The girls move to follow, and I quickly block Cara’s path. “I know you both just got here, but do you think you can meet us for Church in a couple of hours?” She tilts her to the side and scrunches up her face. It makes her look even more adorable. What the fuck? Adorable. Who is she turning me into?

I can tell she’s confused by my use of the word “Church” so I quickly clear that up. “Not that kind of church, babe. It’s what we call our club meeting. Normally, only members are allowed, but we want to know what all you have planned for upping the security around the clubhouse.”

“Uh, sure. Just let me get the pets set up and we’ll be ready.”

As she walks away, my eyes move down to her ass, anddamn… I should've known from the front she would be packing in the back. Her ass is easily two handfuls, maybe more. I love a woman with a nice ass and hers is perfection.

I’m already having images in my head of grabbing on to those perfect globes and squeezing while I fuck her into the mattress. The club bunnies are so skinny. Most of ’em you can see their ribs. I don’t know why they think that’s sexy cuz it’s not. I’m a big guy, and I want something to hold on to while I’m fucking. I look up and see my dad staring at me, shaking his head.

“Good luck with that one, son. She ain’t no club bunny.” He turns and walks away, still shaking his head.

I don’t need luck. I want Cara Romano, and I always get what I want.

She. Is. Mine.

ChapterThree

CARA

As soon as the door to my room closes, I try to calm my fast-beating heart. Viper. That man is by far the sexiest man I have ever laid my eyes on—six foot five, tan skin, with a five-o’clock shadow and a body built on pure muscles. His gray eyes, short, black hair and chiseled jaw had my lady parts tingling just looking at him. His arms and neck were covered in tattoos. I wonder if he has more under those clothes? This is going to be a rough two weeks. BOB, aka my battery-operated boyfriend, is going to be getting used regularly.

“Those men are sex on legs. Like seriously, not one is bad looking. How is that possible?” Sara asks, walking through the connecting door to our rooms. I thought that was cool that they put us in rooms right beside each other. It makes us feel a little safer. I know Chris and Cam would never bring us anywhere that would be unsafe, but still, the gesture definitely helps.

“I don’t know, but I’m trying to get my libido to behave, so just give me a minute.” I’m fanning my face, trying to get myself under control. I have truly never felt this way about a man. Ever. At twenty-five years old, I’m still a virgin.

I know what you’re thinking. No, I’m not saving myself for marriage, but I also don’t want to have sex just to have it. I’ve been waiting for someone to bring that primal need out of me, and I think that man is Viper. Only time will tell, though.

“Where are your fur babies?” Sara asks, looking around my room.

“Chris and Cam took them so I could get settled.”

“Why didn’t they take Draco?” she asks with a pout.

She knows damn well why they didn’t take Draco. That cat is a menace, and she knows it. We all carry scars from Draco. Granted, he minds his business most of the time, but if he’s in a mood, you will know about it.

“Are you really going to play the dumb blonde roll right now?” I deadpan. She just laughs and walks back to her room.

I start unpacking my stuff, and before I know it, Cam is knocking on my door, letting me know it’s time to meet with the guys. I quickly put Demon on his perch I set up in my room and follow Cam down the hallway. We walk into a room with a huge wooden table. Most of the guys are already here. Chris takes us to our seats. Sara and I are set up in between Chris and Cam.

Viper walks in, and my libido kicks back into gear. Damn, this man is sexy. I honestly don’t think I’ll be leaving this clubhouse a virgin.

“Alright, fellas, y’all know why we’re here. Let’s not waste any time. Girls, the floor is yours.”

“Girls?” I ask with a brow raised. I’m a grown-ass woman and I will not be called “girl.”

“Believe me, baby, no one is mistaking that you are all women. Didn’t mean to offend you.” Viper's eyes are heated while he stares at me. When he licks his lips, I feel a rush of arousal. God help me, because I’m two seconds away from dragging this man out of this room and letting him have his way with me, meeting be damned. Quickly getting myself together, I get right to it.

“After we got the blueprint for the clubhouse, we assembled special cameras. These cameras are equipped with night vison, three-sixty camera rotation, camera range at one hundred feet, two-way audio, and motion sensors. Basically, you won’t even be able to take a piss in the bushes without the cameras picking it up.”

I’m not surprised by the looks on their faces. It’s the same look we always get. People like to think this is a “man’s job” but it isn’t. It took us a long time to gain the respect we have in the industry. Even during our time with the government, we were tested at every angle.

When Sara and I worked for STF, they threw every curve ball at us, thinking we weren’t built for the job. We came in the middle of our junior year of college. One day we were hackers, the next we were working in the field. Then they had us in foreign countries, torturing informants for information. Yeah, our government can be a little shady. In the end, when we decided to walk away, it wasn’t because we couldn’t handle it, but more so we wanted to be our own bosses. I’ve never been too keen on taking orders.

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