Too Late: Desired By The Rival Boss

Summer

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dinner in four hours! Brooke needs you to pull up the high-altitude engine maps, and

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a bag and play hard to get because I missed your birthday last night? I gave you

oice. "The free engineering support is over. If Brooke wants

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hrew the casing into the wall, and watched

jacket, zipped my boots, and rode i

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lickered behind b

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hadow of the loading dock, cut t

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an Enforcer patch on his cut-jerked his chin toward a

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yebrow gave his face a p

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sharp, gray eyes, tracking eve

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arms on his knees, his massive fram

dium," Chase said, his gaze pinning mine. "You packed your gear and rode straig

tional base. I have the intellectual property that decides who wins

s model current," I added. "His dashboard is showing

said. "You want my shop and my race crew b

d I can give you the pleasure of watching G

e you access to the dyno and the server room. If y

somewhere to s

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osing the distance between us until I co

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nd index finger catching the undersid

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n my throat, but I

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him closer. "The business can wait until

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rashed down