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Tripp swallowed. “That’s a lot to take in.”

“I’m sure it is. Let me know what you think. First, I want to say that I think Melton is bluffing. Even though we are all concerned. I don’t think he will follow through on his threats. Otherwise, why would he do it in public? It’s all for show.”

Tripp leaned forward as if he was unable to control himself. He leaned down to Amelia’s neck and nipped at it with his teeth. Amelia shuttered.

She pulled back. “If you’re going to play it this way. We’re going to need to tie me down.”

He nipped at her neck again and pulled her closer to place his lips on her collarbone. He gently sucked at the soft spot where her neck and shoulder met.

Amelia closed her eyes and let the electricity shoot through her body.

“I think I would like to be restrained.”

SIX

TRIPP

Tripp would never admit to Amelia that the thought of the restraints made him even harder. He was insanely attracted to her exquisite face and shapely body. He had already let her see that she drove him crazy. He could not give any more of himself away.

This relationship, such as it was, was so different from anything else he’d experienced. His wealth, work life, and net worth usually attracted wannabe models. They usually always swooned over him.

They flattered him at every turn. They praised every step he took. It was all a pretense. All they wanted was his money. That was usually when Tripp’s mouth turned sour at the thought of them.

But this was different. Amelia was different. It had been evident from the start that she did not need him. In fact, for once, he needed her. And she was the furthest thing from the models that walked in and out of his life.

Just thinking about her curves sent him spiraling. She was strong and beautiful. And everything he wanted in a woman. And she was a shifter.

The thought gave him pause. That was also the furthest thing from the models he had dated.

She was strong, and a part of her was feral.

Can you handle her?Tripp asked himself as he drained the glass of whiskey.

It was an old blend, rich, bitter, and spicy. It burned its way down his throat, but he needed the burn. It would help him prepare.

For whatever Amelia had planned for him.

Restraints. Dear God.The thoughts flashed through his mind again. His cock hardened even more.

At that point, there was a veritable tent in his pants.

She asked, “Do you have another place to spend the night that is more secure than here? With all the people coming and going, it’s hard to keep an eye on everyone. I don’t like that Melton was able to plant a listening device without anyone noticing.”

He had to agree with that. He was wrong in assuming that John was the one with the unsavory people. But, as his mother said, this sort of thing could happen throughout his life.

When Amelia slid into the limo next to him, overnight bag in hand, he liked that she had come prepared.

They sat in silence as the car pulled out of the parking space and merged with traffic.

But then, as though neither of them could handle it, the silence broke. Tripp reached for Amelia, pulling her onto him.

Her shifter strength and dexterity were immediately obvious. Because even though he was strong and muscular, Amelia was so much stronger.

She straddled his lap as he slid his hands up her soft thighs. Amelia placed her hands on his shoulders, and her green eyes flashed white. It was clear who was in charge.

Their lips met then, and the kiss was soft. They were simply getting to know one another. But it deepened quickly, desperately. He slid his hands under her skirt. He couldn’t cup all of her luscious ass in his hands and groaned as she rocked against him.

The back of the limo was hot and humid. And all he could hear was his own heavy breathing and Amelia’s soft gasps.

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