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These guys have to work hard to get the girl, but they always get what they want. MORGAN What happens in the club, stays in the club...except on Valentine’s Day. Being single on the dreaded day of love sucks. Ask Morgan. Three years in a row of sucky dates have made her gun-shy. But a night of clubbing and a chance meeting with the man who features in her naughty fantasies just might turn this girl’s thoughts around. Maybe. The moment he laid eyes on Morgan, Trip knew she was the woman for him. What better day to make his move than Valentine’s Day? He’s about to find out how hard he’ll have to work to get what he wants—her. LACEY Could the worst day of her life really be the best thing to ever happen to a girl? Lacey Carmona loves the nightlife. Carefree and happy, she excels in her accounting job at her brother’s club, Club56. One night compromised by lies changes her whole life. Add in an overprotective older brother, and things are bound to get a whole lot worse. She’s not looking for a man, not even the one guy who embodies every one of her fantasies. She helped create the situation, and she’ll work it out—on her own. Too bad Chris Welch is so hard to resist. Sometimes the best-laid plans need a little tweaking to make them something more irresistible.
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“I said we need to talk.” He rested his hands on the now-empty desk top. “I need a partner.”
“This is sexual harassment or something.” She rolled her eyes and cocked her hip. Her gigantic, gold, hoop earrings glinted in the lamp light. “Seriously, what are you thinking?”
She wanted to know? Fine. Trip stalked around the table, then pinned her between his body and the wall.
“I’m thinking I can’t stand seeing you sashay around my dance club in those tight little shorts and tank tops and not want to bend you over my knee.”
Morgan flattened her palms on his chest, but didn’t shove him away. Her lips opened and closed like she wanted to say something, but no sound came out.
“Sue me or whatever, but I want you.” He situated his knee between her thighs. Morgan slipped down onto his leg and rubbed. Tiny moans erupted from her throat. Just as he’d suspected—she wanted him as much as he needed her.
“We can’t, Trip,” she whispered. “I work for you. We’re friends, and this will go to hell if we screw around.”
“Don’t care.” Rational thought left his mind. No matter the cost, he needed her. Now. Trip buried his face against her neck and breathed in the soft, sandalwood scent of her perfume. “Yes.”
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