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their mouths. His eyes darkened with fully-dilated pupils. His hard-on pushed against her mound and she fought any attempt to move. Her arousal flared, sending electrical sparks across her skin each time his scalding breath caressed her neck. “I don’t like being pushed around.”
    “But you can wing a bag at my head? I’d say that makes us even.” He released her wrists. She watched him kneel on the bed, lifting her legs before he spread them open. In this position she was bare to him, and the thought of him seeing her in this vulnerable condition made her clench. She was drunk with aching need, longing to feel him touch her. Arching her hips, she forced her fingers away from touching her throbbing clit and she bit her tongue rather than beg him.
    “We’re not even. Far from it.”
    “If you can’t keep up your part of the deal and act like a client, then perhaps I shouldn’t treat you like one.” His commanding voice sent a chill racing up her spine.
    “Jon, please,” she whispered.
    “Make up your mind, Alana. Do you want me to fuck you, or represent you? I’m dangerously close to giving you what we both want.”
     
    Chapter Four
     
     
    Seeing her spread open in front of him, Jon mentally cursed everything possible. Alana pushed him and he’d folded, reacting like a testosterone-crazed caveman. Fuck. The bitchier she acted, the more he hungered to take her. Hard and rough was how they communicated best. His cock stiffened, scraping against the back of his zipper into an erection-fueled inferno, and razor-edged lust gripped his balls as his heartbeat pulsed in the veins along the sides of his engorged dick.
    “You’re pushing me to the brink. But you know that. Don’t you? You’re teasing me unmercifully, and there are terms for women who enjoy doing that to a man.” But damned if she didn’t open her legs wider, staring up at him while the pink tip of her tongue flicked across her lips. “Answer me, Alana! What do you want?”
    “You know I want you. But it’s a mistake. I won’t be taken seriously. You know that. Don’t deny that anyone who gets caught in bed with a record exec is a cliché.”
    “If that’s how you see it, then stop the shite. I’m only human. Fuck if this isn’t torture.” The little vixen appeared cool and collected, wide-eyed in her response, while her wet pussy taunted him to find relief. For both of them.
    “Let me up. I’ll go put some clothes on so we can get on with our day.”
    * * *
    Standing next to her in the elevator required a supreme amount of intestinal fortitude to keep his hands, mouth, and body parts from purposefully coming into contact with Alana St. Sexiness’s body. His mind felt clogged and his tongue heavy. But when they spoke, interrupting his loud, crashing thoughts, he found he could focus on the words she spoke instead of her luscious curves.
    He cleared his throat, “Where are you from originally?”
    She met his gaze, an eyebrow raised. “Is this part of a fact-finding mission for the music industry?”
    “Yes. And, no. I’m curious. You’ve an unusual look. The eyes, hair, and skin. That’s not a suntan from a salon.”
    “How do you know?”
    It was his turn to stare. He whispered, “Because the honey color of your skin is endless over your body and beautiful between your legs.”
    Her eyes widened in shock. “Tick-tock,” she said.
    “And you asked, so don’t waste your time chastising me for answering you honestly. I shared my moving experiences during a childhood that were less than stellar.”
    “I don’t usually talk about my background. As you said last night, we’ve a lot in common.” With her cheeks blazing, she lifted her chin to indicate that this subject was not one she delved into freely, or without some pain. “My parents came from Portugal before I was born.”
    “Do you speak Portuguese?”
    “Eu posso segurar minha própria ,” Alana said. “I just said I can hold my own. I grew up in a household