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used to Ace’s disparaging comments about foreign bikes, just laughed. “The chicks dig it, and in a race between a Harley and my Ninja, guess who’s gonna win?”

“Not the poser on the piece of tin. As soon as I get healed up, I’m gonna buy a V-Rod Muscle. Then I’ll show you how to race in style.”

Warmth flooded through Sophie at the thought of Ace riding again. He had been despondent after giving up his bike, more so than after leaving the club. Neither of them knew at the time Ice had been working behind the scenes to take the last few members of Hades down. Only three months after Ace had left the club, the police had arrested the former Hades members on more than a dozen charges for drug trafficking and weapons offences. Ryder had shut down the club and showed up at their door with Ice, Kickstand, Spook, and Mop in tow. Four hours and two cases of beer later, they had plans in place for a new club with a new set of bylaws. Six men and a dream.

Ace put his arm around Sophie and she looked up and grinned. “I’ll be waiting for you at the finish line. My Harley Street 750 can do zero to sixty in four point six seconds. I tested it out after work.”

His arm tightened around her and his smile faded. “Don’t want you racing your little hoglet, babe. Too dangerous.”

“Seriously?” She pulled away. “You’re the one who told me Harley made bikes for women. You’re the one who dragged me to the bike show and made me sit on it. You took me to the dealer and had me test-drive it. What was I supposed to do when I felt all that power between my thighs?”

Ace bent down and whispered in her ear. “I’ll give you power between your thighs. You just say the word.” He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close. His cock felt like a steel pipe in his jeans, and Sophie moaned ever so softly.

“You are insatiable.”

“That’s ’cause I found a sweet and sexy cop who needed some biker lovin’.” He lifted her onto the counter and eased himself between her hips. “Except she only wanted one night.”

“Turns out I was wrong about that.” She nuzzled his neck. “One night wasn’t enough.”

“I knew it wouldn’t be enough the first time I laid eyes on you.” Ace wrapped his arms around her and held her tight.

“What else did you know?” She tipped her head back and stared into his eyes, searching into his soul.

He leaned down and kissed her, soft and sweet. “I knew you were going to be mine.”

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Barely Undercover

Legal Heat Series, Book 2

By: Sarah Castille

Warning: The book contains violence, explicit sex, light bondage, heavy swearing, motorcycle sexy times, badass biker naughty times, and an exceptionally hot hero who will get down and dirty anywhere but under the covers.

EXCERPT from Chapter One

A shiver coursed up Lana’s spine, and she shook her head to loosen her tongue. “I’m meeting someone.”

Rex’s rough, gravelly voice deepened. “Right now, you’re meeting me.” His gaze crawled over her, unleashing a wave of cockroaches under her skin. By the time his eyes returned to her face, a cold, sticky sweat covered her body.

With all the faux bravado she could muster, she gave him a tight smile and took a step back. “And…the meeting is over. Nice to meet you. Goodbye.”

His arm shot out, grabbing her shoulder, holding her in place. “Usually when I see a cop, I get an itch in my trigger finger. I look at you and I get an itch somewhere else. Ditch the boyfriend. One night with me and you’ll forget he exists.”

An itch? She suspected it might have to do more with his extramarital affairs and visits to the Seymour Street brothels than a desire to hump and pump with a curvy redhead in a dirty cop costume. Talk about putting a girl off.

Rex smiled, all nicotine-stained teeth and ashtray breath. “Yeah. I can see it in your eyes. You know what I’m talking about.”

What did he see exactly? Fear? Disgust? Or her desperate need to find the number for the local STD clinic?

Lana gave him a vacant