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Her confusion softened to match her probing tone. “Like I said, why me?”

I looked her dead in the eye. “To be honest, I don’t know. This is new territory for me.”

“Likewise,” she mumbled, with a hint of bitterness.

Having had enough of the deep and meaningful, I gunned my Porsche to life and cruised onto the street.

“Where do you live?” When no reply came, I glanced her way. “Address,” I demanded.

She simply raised her eyebrows and gave methe look.

“Greer, if I’mma drop you home, I need to know where you live.”

“Honestly, Rafael, I don’t want to put you out. Just take me back to the gala and I’ll get Jethro to drop me home.”

“Not happening.”

“Gah, you’re so stubborn!”

I snorted and a smile formed. “Back at ya, Boss Lady. Since you won’t tell me, I’ll take you back to mine and you can crash there.”

Greer’s mumbled comeback made me laugh. “What was that? I didn’t catch it.”

“I’m on Grand Ave.”

Smirking in success, I took the 110 from Compton back into downtown, eventually pulling up out front of a high-rise that was predominantly windows.

“This is you?” I asked, looking up through the windshield.

“This is me.”

She hesitated with her hand on the door latch. Making the decision for her, I got out, rounded the hood, and escorted her to the entrance doors.

“Thanks for tonight.” Sincerity from her smile reached her warm-brown eyes.

I inched closer, chuckling and giving her a wink. “You are most welcome. I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

She caught my double-meaning and a blush spread across her cheeks. When she began to turn away, I caught her inner elbow. “Hey.”

“Yeah?”

I tugged her close and cupped the side of her face. Dropping my mouth close to hers, I paused. The lure between us was strong and impossible to ignore, and it created the same feeling I got at the starting line waiting for a race to start. Anticipation. Heightened senses.Impatience.

My hand heated against her skin while the other dropped to her hip. The silky fabric slid under my fingertips when I flexed them. “Sleep well, mamacita.”

A smile graced her mouth. “You, too, slick.”

I felt her silent permission; the barely there tilt of her head to angle higher, inviting my mouth to hers. I fought against it. Every cell in my body thrumming and vibrating with wanting to do dirty things to her.

“Fuck,” I hissed. “Five! Five times, Greer!”

She pulled back, confused. Releasing her cheek and blindly finding her hand, I pressed her open palm against my erection and held it here as she fought my grip.

“Five,” I stated again, with a final rub.

Not giving into temptation, I abruptly stepped back and threw my arms wide.

“Five,” I yelled, and started grinning like a stupid-ass fool when Greer broke into laughter that danced across the night sky.

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