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Squirming helplessly, she swallowed and thought a bit more. How was she going to be able to control her rampaging lust when it came to this man?
    Memories swarmed her. The water droplets cascading down his naked physique in the shower. The dimple in his right butt cheek. The feel of his cock in her hands, mouth, and how he tasted as his cum shot down her throat.
    She whimpered as her body reacted to the images as if they were happening.
    “Get a grip, Barker,” she admonished herself and did her best to focus on something other than the tall, muscular, smouldering-eyed Michael Taylor.
    It didn’t work.
    As Michael pulled into an apartment complex, she followed and parked beside him. Her gaze took in the nice two-story buildings. It looked nothing like where she’d lived previously.
    The lawns were well manicured. The buildings were not in need of painting. In fact, all of it was amazing. The kind of place she wanted to be—a place where she’d be safe going out at night, a place where she’d be okay letting Devon play in the front yard.
    “Mama!” Devon yelled from the backseat as he began kicking his legs.
    “I’m coming.” She unbuckled her belt and found Michael had opened her door. His hand lingered longer than necessary against her skin as he helped her out.
    “I’ll get him.” Michael moved back to the door. With ease he lifted the three and a half year old from his seat. “Let’s go, little man.”
    After he shut the door he glanced again at Ayanna and said, “We’ll get you two inside and then I will come back for the rest of your things. The truck is here and your stuff is being put in your new rooms. My townhouse is the one at the end.”
    Grabbing two bags for Devon from the trunk, Ayanna followed Michael. She felt as if every eye in the development was on her. Watching her, judging her. Considering it was early morning on Sunday, however, there weren’t people outside, so she knew it was her imagination.
    Her stomach knotted up as Michael unlocked the door to his townhouse. She followed him across the tiled foyer and into the open and airy downstairs. The carpeted parts were done in a slate grey and all the furniture was beige leather. She didn’t see any personal touches around the place. It was much larger than hers—and this was just the downstairs.
    Walking behind him to the stairs, she automatically identified things that needed to be done to child-proof his place. She bit back a worried snort as she saw his large television.
    When they got to the top of the stairs, Michael pointed to the left. “That’s my room. Devon’s is in the middle and your room is down there. I gave Devon the smallest room and yours is in the back so you can have some privacy.” The men who’d moved the items smiled at her as they passed them. They nodded at Michael.
    “Sounds great. But we really need to go over rent and stuff like…” She stopped as his eyes speared her. “What?”
    Michael opened the door to Devon’s room and set the child down on the floor among the toys that were there. His furniture was already set up. Everything was more than she could have hoped for.
    She blinked as Michael’s attention turned from Devon to her. He stalked her until her back was against the corner of the doorjamb. Her eyes widened as inch by inch her personal space was eviscerated.
    “I am not charging you rent. You’re the mother of my child. First thing tomorrow, we’re going to get both of you on my medical plan and get you a dependant’s card.”
    A dependant’s card? “I’m not marrying you.”
    “Yes, you are. I won’t force my attentions on you, but you will marry me and you will take the health insurance I can offer. It will help you with the cost of your schooling, too.”
    She shook her head furiously until one of his hands gripped her chin and held it immobile. His mouth covered hers and his tongue swept inside.
    Ayanna clasped his sleeves as their bodies pressed closer. Just as it had been