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shitting me?”
    I shuffled over to him, removing my zip-up hoodie and shifting my shoes off with my toes at the same time. I’m a multi-tasker. “Don’t you think he looks like he could be a pirate?”
    “A butt pirate.” Warner was talking under his breath, but I still heard him.
    “That’s rude. Don’t be jealous.” I laughed, feeling more at ease.
    He snickered. “I’m not jealous that you’re picturing a man you’ll never meet in your entire life, while you write masturbatory fantasies about him.”  
    My mouth fell open.  
    “It’s the basic concept behind what you’re doing, you know. Who do you picture as your heroine?”
    “Amanda Seyfried.”
    “Liar.”
    “Nuh-uh. She’s slim with big eyes and long blond hair . . .” My words trailed off as he stalked his way toward me and stopped when we were toe to toe. I tilted my head up to look at his face as he licked his lips and rolled his shoulders while pulling me toward him with his palms on my hips. I stepped into him and closed my eyes as he leaned forward, his lips hovering just above mine.
    “You’re further off course than I thought.”
    “Huh?” I asked stepping back from him as his hands dropped to his sides. “I thought you were going to screw my brains out so that I could ‘write authentic porn.’ ” My face scrunched up in disgust. “Did I get a mixed signal from you or something? Because I’m pretty sure you were about to hump me into a wall just a few short minutes ago, and now you’re acting all weird. You’re standing in my apartment like you want to say something else to me—”  
    My words were cut off as his mouth descended and crushed into mine, taking my breath away.
    He tasted like cigarettes and mint, laced with hot desire.
    Oh, there was the romance novelist in me again.
    I felt my knees give way a little when his lips parted and he slipped his tongue into my mouth, causing me to give off a sultry moan. My fingers found their way up around his neck as he stepped forward and I leaned back until he had me pressed against the apartment wall. Instinct made my knee bend and my calf wrap around his to pull him closer to me, but he resisted, instead using his hands to anchor my shoulders against the wall.
    “Are you sure this is what you want?” His right hand descended over my breast and lower until it was resting between my thighs and his palm was pushing upward into the seam of my jeans. “You think I just wanted to come in here and fuck you senseless? Like that would be enough?”
    My eyes were open but just a little as he shifted his palm in a circle and pressed into my womanhood from outside my jeans.
    “Do you truly think that you can learn everything you need to learn from one”—he maneuvered his finger so that it was pressing into the space between my cheeks—“quick, hot session?”
    I let out a startled gasp when his finger pulsed there. “I-I . . . I d-dunno.” I was stuttering.
    He shook his head a little and moved his hand again. He raked his fingers against me as he let them play along the zipper of my jeans and then, in one quick movement, popped the top button. “I can give you that, if it’s what you want. But trust me. Just a few minutes of my cock in your pussy isn’t going to give you what you need.” His fingers played along the exposed skin of my abdomen, and I closed my eyes as a chill ran through me, making my nipples stiffen and the weight in my pelvis turn to an aching pulse.
    “People don’t talk like that in real life, Warner.” I breathed in long and deep, attempting to regain my senses. “You sound like a bad porno.”
    His laughter caught me off guard, as did his sudden release of my body. I almost melted into the floor, but managed to keep my bearings enough to slump against the wall, taking in a deep breath.
    “What the hell do you know, Bunny Dawn?”
    I glared at him and blew a piece of my hair from my eyes as I straightened up and buttoned my pants. “For