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“Because there’s
     something else you’re not telling me, Mr. Burnett. Maybe a lot of something else’s.
     And—”
    “And?” His soft smile matched his prodding tone.
    “And I can’t figure out why that bothers me.” She frowned and glanced back up. Not
     unexpectedly, his stare awaited her again, only he’d ramped up the trying-to-see-through-her
     factor. His neck was taut, his strong lips pressed together. His whole body seemed
     poised and ready.
    For what ?
    “I understand that,” he murmured.
    “You do?”
    “I want to know more about you, too.” Even as the driver guided the car around a tight
     turn, requiring him to wrap a hand around Ellie’s calves to stop her from slipping
     off the seat, his focus didn’t waver. “A lot more than we can handle in a five-minute
     cab ride.”
    Zoe had done her part to prevent El’s fall. But releasing her grip from her friend’s
     elbow played her hand right back into Burnett’s grip. Her breath snagged as his fingers,
     massive and warm, closed around hers. Dios , he had big hands. So certain and strong. Long and graceful. Ohhh hell, what they
     did to her thoughts. Was there a shred of truth in the adage about the size of a man’s
     hands in correlation to his other…parts?
    Get your mind out of the gutter. Now.
    Fat chance. She wetted her lips before stammering, “Five minutes can be an eternity.”
    He molded his tightly around hers. “Is that so?”
    “Mmm hmm. Just ask a dancer trying to look sexy during a major show finale at a dance
     rave pace.”
    He chuckled. The expression spread over his face, igniting it into a captivating sight.
     She’d have no trouble with taking up a new hobby: counting the captivating flecks
     of topaz in his eyes. “You have a very good point.” Just as quickly, those specks
     heated. “So maybe we should take full advantage of our eternity.”
    Once more, everything from her head to her toes felt like electric lines in a hurricane .
    Stop. This is crazy. The temptation they flirted with…all the ways she longed to define “advantage” and
     “eternity”…they were ridiculous, dangerous fantasies. He was a stranger. A man possessing
     only a name and some vague occupation.
    And a stare that dissolved the hinges on some of the deepest doors in her soul.
    She turned to the most dependable go-to in her wardrobe of emotional defenses. Dark
     humor. “With one of my friends snoring in the front seat and the other drooling in
     my lap?”
    He considered that for half a moment before setting her hand free—in order to raise
     his touch to her face. Alluring officially gained a new ambassador as he grazed his
     knuckles along her arm during the trip. “I only require the use of these.” He caressed
     the corner of her right eye. “And this.” He drifted his touch over her mouth.
    Before she could think about containing it, a long sigh escaped. Dios . The man didn’t look beneath her neck let alone drift his touch there. So why were
     her panties already drenched, taunting her with the liquid he’d just coaxed from her
     most secret tunnel? Why did her heart thunder and her pulse careen?
    “Miss Chestain?”
    His prompt was murmur yet command, ordering her answer whether she was capable or
     not. “Huh?”
    “Look at me.” He curved his thumb beneath her chin and gently tugged up. Her gaze
     was again filled with his face—only now, every shred of its boyish charm was gone.
     The garish neon of the club lights, joined with the glow from the stoplight ahead,
     turned him into the granite-hard Dominant she’d previously only guessed at. “And now,
     I want you to answer me.”
    She swallowed again. Flames and icicles fought for control of her limbs. She stiffened,
     adjuring herself to resist him, but the power of his fingers on her face…it was the
     beginning of her end. “Yes, Sir.”
    What the hell ?
    She clenched her teeth and closed her eyes, fighting to lock him out. Battling to
     forget the