Royce Devereaux leaned back against the bar, grinning lazily, as Katrina Evans blew him a kiss good-bye. She sauntered away in those killer heels and black lace lingerie. He was still fully clothed in his jeans and a black t-shirt. They’d only done a minor scene tonight, a light spanking and a little more. He’d been too distracted to get into it tonight, not when they were alone. Half the rush was taking a woman to unbelievable heights of pleasure, knowing others could see her come apart screaming his name.
That hadn’t happened tonight. It had been a nice evening. Nice. He grimaced. His nights used to be explosive, mind-blowing, but never nice. He was born to be bad. Born to be wicked, and he hadn’t yet found a woman who could keep up with him.
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