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“I don’t doubt you're spending every moment with Haze, catching up on lost time.” She looks down. “I am sorry. Truly. It’s not fun when people make assumptions about you.”

“You know what they say about assumptions?” I tease. “They get your ass spanked.”

Pretending her face didn’t just heat to 300 degrees, she ignores my comment. “I’m just saying, I know how stereotyping feels. Everyone thinks I’m some goody-goody two-shoes.”

Staring at her, I blink. Twice.

“What?”

“You are a goody-two-shoes.”

“Not always! I can… I can be… bad.” Hearing herself, she does a full-body cringe.

“You’re very, very good. I like your goody-goody ways.” I move in, my hot breath tickling her ear. “But if you ever want to play the bad girl, I can help. And if you do try to contact that son-of-a-bitch ex of yours, I will punish you. And a delicious orgasm will not follow.”

I pull back so I can enjoy the show, taking in her adorably sexy reaction.

She was speechless, with rosy cheeks and shining eyes. Oh, what I could do to her in the back of this church right now. I reach for her waist?—

Lucky for her, my phone rings.

It’s my brother. I pick up on the first ring. “Haze.”

“Blaze. Listen closely.” His voice is deep, laced with the heat of danger. “Get everyone out of there. Now.”

Chapter Six

Cleopatra

I stand there, speechless and damp between my thighs while he talks on the phone.

His stern words leave me tingling down there. He’s always ignited me with his naughty, sexy threats of spanking, making me wonder what it would be like if we ever crossed that line.

Kisses with him have been hotter than any sex with Keith. Sometimes, just the way Blaze looks at me makes me wet, leaving me aching with need. I can’t imagine what would happen if I ever let him loose….

The delicious tingling fades slowly as something shifts in Blaze’s expression while he listens to whoever is on the other end of his phone.

Blaze’s voice deepens as he asks whoever is on the other end of the phone, “When did you hear this?”

His dark brow furrows, making his handsome face appear even more striking. His jaw tightens while his eyes take in the room. Tension creeps into his shoulders as he straightens beneath his tailored suit jacket.

“What’s happening?” I whisper to him.

His scanning gaze lands on me. He responds to someone else, “I understand." His eyes remain locked with mine.

No longer the playful sex god, he’s gone all hardcore mafia on me, eyes like coal, jaw locked with tension. Classic Blaze: When you think the man can’t get hotter, he cranks up the heat.

He hangs up the phone.

“Who was that?” I ask.

“We need to get everyone out of the church,” he commands. “Now.”

Evacuate the church? This is serious. Fear prickles at the back of my neck. “What? Why?”

He grabs my hand without answering and swiftly guides us around the chapel, gathering the small crowd and hurrying them out of the back of the church.

His mom gives him a confused look. “Blaze, what’s going on?”

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