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This infuriated her for reasons he very well knew, teasing her with that G-spot ecstasy stuff and then completely backing off like she was just a buddy.
“I’m serious!” she exclaimed.
His lips curved into a sexy smile as he rinsed and dried his hands with a paper towel. Finally, he met her eyes. “Sure sounds that way.”
She threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and going up on tiptoe for a kiss. His lips remained frustratingly out of reach. He was so much taller she needed him to bend.
His arms wrapped lightly around her waist. His smile bordered on smug, but she was too horny to care.
“I don’t want to take it slow anymore,” she said in what she hoped was a normal nondesperate voice.
“Lexi, baby, are you asking me to make love to you?”
“Yes!”
He inclined his head, grinning. And he still didn’t kiss her! “Right this way.”
“Kiss me,” she ordered.
He laughed. “Aren’t you something?” He tossed her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing.
The breath whooshed from her lungs, the blood rushing to her head, damp between the legs, all of her throbbing in anticipation. Now her dress was definitely leaving nothing to the imagination, bunching up around her hips.
“Beast!” she hollered.
“Beauty,” he replied, caressing her bottom. “You’re burning up for me, baby.”
She moaned softly.
“I’ll take good care of you,” he crooned.
And she actually believed him, all of her softening, open to him body and heart. He stepped out to the stairwell, set her back on her feet, and surprised her, pinning her against the wall. His hard body pressed fully against hers. He lifted a hand, cradling her jaw, his dark eyes burning into hers.
Her breath hitched and then he kissed her. Aggressively. Fully. Possessively. The kiss went on and on—wet, openmouthed, hungry. She wanted to merge with him.
He pulled away abruptly, took her hand, and led her downstairs.
Her legs quivered, her insides wound tight, all of her aching for more. This wason.
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Chapter Ten
“Hey, boss,” Ellie said, greeting Marcus the moment they appeared downstairs.
Lexi clenched her teeth.Cock-block.Or whatever the version was for women. Orgasm-block? Her lust dove to negative temperatures.
Ellie stretched her arms over her head, lifting her boobs and exposing her midriff. “I’m so beat, but I was too creeped out to go home without you. My ex was here tonight.”
How much danger could the woman be in? She literally lived next door.
Marcus rubbed the back of his neck. “Give me a few minutes, Lexi. I’m going to see her home.”
“Sure.”And I’ll see myself home.He’d wound her up all night and then he so easily turned from her to take care of another woman. She didn’t want to be like that, but there it was. She was peeved.
Ellie beamed a smile at Marcus and headed toward the back of the bar, with Marcus following behind.
Lexi didn’t wait around, heading in the opposite direction to the front door. Her hand had just connected with the doorknob when she was suddenly yanked back from it, a strong arm around her waist. “Hey!”
