Page 47 of Close Encounters of the Sexy Kind

“I thought I did at the time, but not even her powerful dark magic could simulate the depth of what I feel for you.”

Ryan didn’t know what to say to that. She wanted to tell him that she knew exactly what he meant, because she felt the same way, but she suspected he already knew. After all, she was the one who was having trouble accepting things, not him.

She closed her eyes, letting the steady rhythm of his heart and the safety of his arms lull her into a state of complete relaxation. Unlike their last two encounters, their intimacy was based on something other than physical gratification.

Her last thought before she floated off into oblivion was that he always seemed to know exactly what she needed.

Ryan didn’t have any more dreams after that and woke feeling particularly refreshed. That almost made thingsmoredifficult. It was hard to walk away from someone who made her feel so good.

She knew she should. She was a police officer, and he was the owner of an elite yet morally sketchy club. Oh, and he thought he was an alien prince from another M-class planet and believed he could breathe underwater.

Smiling, Ryan shook her head. Even that didn’t bother her as much as it should.

The décor at Bait made more sense now. The underwater theme. The floor to ceiling aquariums filled with everything from tiny, colorful sea anemones to sharks.

Sharks ...

Coffee mug midway to her lips, Ryan froze, the pieces suddenly coming together.

“The streets around Golden Beach are a lot cleaner than they used to be.”

“They call him the Shark.”

“He’s a dangerous bastard, but he’s not your average player. This guy’s super slick.”

Holy shit. Could Tiberius be the Shark?