Enemies on Tap by Avery Flynn Page B

to see her right on the precipice of need and satisfaction, then watch her crash over into oblivion.
    “I’m not here just to trade barbs.” A breathiness replaced her strident tone. “We need to agree to fair rules of engagement.”
    He gripped his hands together in front of the hard-on pushing against his zipper so much so that he worried his dick would have an impression. “Why?”
    “Because I’m a Sweet. Do you really want to see what it’s like when I don’t fight fair?”
    He thought back to the generations of her family who’d practically built the county jail with all the bail money they’d paid. Miranda didn’t seem the type, but he’d been wrong about her before. Logan swept one arm back toward the vault. “After you.”
    She brushed past him into the vault, leaving a trail of jasmine in her wake.
    Pushing aside the worries of what the googly-eyed witnesses were about to spread all over town, he grasped the cool metal handle and swung the door shut behind him, the automatic lock clicking into place. Now it was just him and Miranda in a locked vault with one waist-high table and no windows or cameras. Just him and the woman who made his dick beg for mercy every time he even thought of her. And he’d thought of her a lot since the other night at the river. Too often. And usually it involved her naked and panting in ecstasy. He hadn’t jerked off so much in two days since high school.
    Miranda got to the far wall of the ten-foot narrow room and turned around. “I don’t expect you to go down without a fight, but let’s at least make it a clean fight.”
    “It seems I’m holding all the cards.” Good to have, but that wasn’t what he wanted to be holding at the moment.
    Triumph flickered across her face. “I know you’d like to think so.”
    He loved seeing her like this. Confident. Powerful. Assertive. Even all those years ago, she’d carried herself like she owned the town. And now? Shit. She was a queen who wasn’t about to give even an inch of hard-fought ground. He loved that about her. The woman was just as fascinating fully dressed as she was naked.
    “And what am I going to get from agreeing to rules of engagement for our little bet?” Logan asked.
    “I won’t tell DeBoer Financial about this great little local bank ripe for takeover.” She sauntered over to the table, tracing a line down its center with her red-tipped nail, before she stopped just outside of his reach and hopped up on the table. Her long legs dangled in the air. “You have non-family member stockholders who only care about the bottom line. Imagine how they’d react to the opportunity to make more money by becoming part of a larger organization.”
    “Good luck with that.” He closed the distance between them, anticipation vibrating up his spine. Being this close to her was like walking a tight rope—exhilarating, nerve-wracking, and above all, amazing. “The Martins own 60 percent of the stock.”
    “True.” She tilted her head and gazed up at him through her thick lashes. “But do you want to spend your precious time on that industrial park you’re so determined to build or fighting off a takeover challenge?”
    Her plan wouldn’t have any long-term effect on the bank’s ownership, but it would cause a headache he really didn’t need right now. The industrial park’s investors were already jittery.
    “Tell me something, Miranda.” Giving into the need ready to eat him alive, he positioned himself between her open legs and placed his palms flat on either side of her luscious hips. The pulse in her neck kept pace with his own rapid heart rate, and his body throbbed with want. He couldn’t help but inhale a deep breath of her teasing scent. If he didn’t watch it, he’d be falling for the enemy. Again. “What counts as fair?”
    Her teeth raked across her bottom lip before she sucked it in. “Stop bribing contractors not to work with me.”
    He shouldn’t just say no, but hell no. That