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Beneath his touch, all I can think about is how he kissed me last night on the edge of the bar, and how I desperately want him to kiss me like that again. And how I slid onto his lap in bed this morning and felt the size of his cock rubbing against my clit as we kissed deeply, and the building orgasm I felt growing inside me. The tension is still there. Waiting. Building.Ready.

I swallow thickly, mesmerized by the look on his face and the heat radiating from his powerful body. Suddenly I seem to have lost the upper hand, and I’m powerless to get it back.

I close my eyes.What the fuck is wrong with me?

This is the lunatic who has kept me prisoner while he entertains the notion of marrying me, whether I’m onboard or not.

This proximity to him is a good range to kick him in the balls—not melt like butter into his tremendously muscular body and mentally beg him for kisses…Fuck, stop thinking about it.

But tell that to my hammering heart as he towers over me, and my body that aches to feel his lips on mine.

“Look at me,” he rumbles.

I open my eyes and look up at him.

His lips are mere inches from mine.

I know how they taste.

How they set my body on fire.

And I want to feel them again.

“What are you doing?” I whisper.

“What you asked me to do.” His words are husky and dripping with dark promise. “You want to know how I would ask you on a date, well, this is it, little one.” His knuckles find my cheek, and they are so infinitely tender as they brush over my skin, and I feel myself being swept away by his touch alone. “This is me askingpolitely. But if it doesn’t suit, I’m happy to show you how I askimpolitely.”

Oh boy.The way he says it. Like he’s going to throw me over his shoulder again and drag me to dinner.

No, to his bedroom.

To his bed.

God, I can’t breathe.

“Well, little one? Will you join me as my date tonight?”

My body trembles as he brings his lips even closer.

And fuck it. I want this.

I want him to kiss me.

I want to slide onto his lap again, and this time ride the rigid outline of his cock until I come.

Until we both come.

The thought of watching him lose control during his orgasm only fuels my surrender.

I close my eyes again and lift my face to meet his kiss.

But it is a kiss that never comes.

He takes a step back, and my eyes flit open in time to see a hint of a smile spread across his lips. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Spell broken, I take a step back and glare across at him.Asshole.

“Tonight is an important date for the club,” he says, his voice husky. “And you’ll behave, little one. For your uncle’s sake.”

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