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Kayla
“When are you going to let me show you what real power feels like between your thighs?”
“Never, Dev.” I roll my eyes. “I’ve told you a thousand times. I don’t date bikers.”
“Who said anything about dating?”
He actually thinks he’s being cute with his boyish smile, innocent eyes, and flirty reply.
Yeah, right. Dr. Devlin Dane is anything but boyish or cute or innocent. He’s the big bad wolf disguised as grandma, and he has every nurse in the hospital skipping through the forest with a basket full of goodies. Goodies they are all too willing to give up.
Well, everyone except me. I see his big eyes, big ears, and big sharp teeth, ready and willing to tear through the first pair of panties he sees.
He not only tears through them, he disintegrates them. Or so I’m told.
I’ve seen his type a million times. Hell, I went to a high school full of Devlin Dane’s. Bikers with egos bigger than their modified exhaust. All competing to ride the fastest, hardest, and collect the most street bunnies.
Bike culture dominates this no-man’s-land situated at the tip of the Chesapeake. The area is comprised of nothing but farmlands, sporadic new housing developments, low income trailer parks, and a brand name supercenter where you can get your tires changed, a blowjob, and buy a bag of coke all in the same hour.
The only leg up Dev has from your average street racer are his Hollywood good looks and a medical degree. Underneath the white lab coat is a man as rough as the rest of them. The colorful tattoos peeking out from under his sleeve and collar drive most women’s imaginations - and desires - wild.
“Well, when you finally come to your senses, Kayla,” he traps me against the counter in the nurses’ lounge, “you know where to find me.”
“You mean when I finally lose my mind?” I peer up at him. “You’ll be the first one I call. Until then, I’ll pass,” I hiss seductively, teasing the shit out of him. Dev’s electric-blue eyes brighten. We’ve been doing his little dance for months. Since the first day we met, actually, nearly a year ago. As much as he tries to get in my pants, we’re friends as much as we are colleagues. And he’s harmless, really, unless you get into bed with him. I mean, so I’ve heard.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me.” I push him lightly. “I have a date with the gym.”
“There’s that word again.” He steps back and crosses his arms.
“What word?”
“Date. You need commitment to be intimate, huh?”
“Call me old-fashioned, but I do require some level of commitment before I lie on my back and spread my legs.”
“Oh.” Dev grabs his junk. “Be careful with the visuals, Nurse Kincade. Or I’ll have to reconsider my stance on commitment while I jerk off in the men’s room.”
“You’re an idiot.” I hit him on the arm. “If your patients only knew what a pervert you really are.”
“I have everyone fooled.” He smiles wickedly, showing his pearly-white teeth. “Perception is everything.”
“That statement is false. You don’t have me fooled. I see the wolf you really are.”
“Wolf? Now I’m picturing you lying down, spread-eagle, wearing a red cape. You really are a dirty tease, Kayla. How am I supposed to concentrate now with that image burned into my brain?”
“I don’t know. I guess you’re just going to have to be creative,” I reply without any remorse. Dev really makes it too easy.
“I love creative,” he insinuates, his eyes flashing wantonly.
I laugh at him. “Your kinkiness knows no bounds.”
“If I were fucking you, then that would definitely be true.” He wraps his fingers around my forearm.
I peer up at Dev heedfully. “Then I guess it’s a good thing our relationship is strictly platonic. I wouldn’t want to distract you from work any more than I already do.”
“I would welcome that distraction any day.” He leans into me, and I get a strong whiff of his fresh scent- clean, like warm laundry.
