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Darci gasped. That was not at all what she had expected. He stalked toward her. “I’m waiting,” he said when he reached her. Staring into his eyes, she swallowed hard. The deep blue orbs were boring holes into her as he waited for her answer.

“Well, I certainly don’t want to fight,” she whispered, so turned on it hurt.

“Good. Me either.”

Without another word, he crushed his mouth to hers. Darci threw all her anger and frustration into their kiss. It was all teeth and tongue and hot. She bit down on his bottom lip and soon tasted the blood she drew. He growled and thrust his tongue deeper into her mouth. Backing her up, he lowered them down to the couch. The weight of him on top of her fed the fire of her need for him.

Suddenly, he broke their kiss. Helping her sit up, he scooped her shirt off and made quick work of her bra. Her nipples were hard, making her need apparent. Taking both of her nipples, he gave them a sharp pinch. The girlish squeal she let out made him grin. His erection pressing into her fueled her desire, and she wanted to feel him inside her now. But he smacked her hand when she reached for his zipper. “Not yet.”

She frowned, and he pinched her nipples hard again. “Please,” she begged, closing her eyes as pain coursed through her nipples and sent pleasure straight to her clit.

“Please what? What do you want, Darci?” His voice was hard and in any other situation his tone may have sounded angry, but here, now, it made her clit throb harder.

“I want you inside me. Please.” It was amazing. He hadn’t even touched her pussy yet, but she was throbbing with the need to orgasm.

“I like hearing you beg.” He grinned and climbed off her.

“Hey! Where are you going?” she asked, her voice frantic with need. He said nothing but slowly peeled his jeans and boxers off. His erection sprang free, and the sight of him made her want him even more.

“Please,” she whimpered.

Taking her by surprise, he grasped her hips, and tugged her pants down her legs. Then he flipped her onto her stomach and ordered her onto her knees.

“Rest your arms on the back of the couch.”

As soon as she obeyed, he filled her. The position made him seem even bigger. His cock slammed into her, forcing her to open to him, and within just a few minutes they both fell over the edge. As their orgasms subsided, he pulled out of her and gently laid her on the couch. “Jesus woman. You’re gonna kill me.”

At first, she said nothing, trying to catch her breath. When she had recovered, she said, “I think this couch is beginning to be my favorite.”

He grinned and kissed her noisily. “Mine too.” That had her laughing as he dropped to the floor beside the couch and picked up her hand.

“Thanks for not fighting right now, Darci.”

“Oh, we’re still going to fight.”

“I kind of suspected,” he said dryly.

She squeezed his hand. “But for now, we can either drink a lot of coffee or go back to sleep.”

“I’m voting for sleep. It’s going to be a long day.”

18

THE next morning, Darci was awake before Bradley, so she started a pot of coffee. After they’d gone to bed, she had resigned herself to accepting the extra security, but she didn’t have to like it. She had a lot to do today. It would be interesting to see what type of bodyguards she was going to have.

When the coffee was ready, she grabbed two mugs and poured them both a cup. As she was dumping sugar into hers, his arms slipped around her. “That smells amazing.” He pressed his nose into her hair. “And so do you.”

Relaxing into his hug, she sighed and said, “Good morning.”

When she handed him the second mug of coffee, he drank appreciatively.

“The security detail will be here in half an hour to brief us.” Unable to stop herself, she rolled her eyes at the idea of security and he shot her a glare.

“Don’t glare at me. I agreed to accept the security, but I do not agree to like it.”

“I can live with that.” He sat on a barstool and patted the one next to him. “Let’s just have a cup of coffee together before they get here and you get all pissed at me again.” She giggled but joined him at the counter.

“I promise to try not to be too pissed about it.”

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