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and those sissy-ass scones he likes.”
    Jewel shook her head, felt the cool metal of the silver hoops she wore in her ears swiping against her cheeks. “I should still go,” she told him.
    His arms tightened, halting her movement and subsequently pulling her so close against him that she had no choice but to crane her neck to look up into his face.
    â€œYou should stay,” he whispered. “Just take a moment to catch your breath and stay. I promise I won’t bite.”
    It wasn’t him biting that concerned her. It was him touching, invading her space, assaulting her senses with his intense glare, arousing her mercilessly with that deep bedroom voice. Point-blank, he—in his six-foot-plus, gorgeous hot-chocolate body—was what concerned the hell out of her.
    Still, Jewel managed to find her focus, bringing her mind back to the calming center she liked to work from. She inhaled slowly, exhaled, and looked him directly in the eye—stormy sea-green eyes that melted something deep inside her.
    â€œI need to maintain a professional image while at work, Mr. Preston. That means standing in the middle of the front lobby in your arms is most definitely not a good look.”
    His smile widened to show perfectly straight, white teeth. The neatly trimmed beard and mustache added a shadow of dangerousness to his chiseled features.
    â€œI think you look damned good in my arms.”
    She nodded, allowing herself a small smile at his arrogance and persistence. Then she pushed away from him. This time he released her, but Jewel knew if he wanted her to remain in his arms she most definitely would have. Strength and power practically oozed from his pores without any effort on his part.
    â€œHave a good day, Mr. Preston.”
    â€œI’ll have a wonderful day if I can hear you say my name,” he told her, letting his hands slip into the pockets of his dress pants.
    His legs were partially spread, so that he looked casual and intimidating at the same time. From his left ear the sun caught his diamond stud and sparkled on cue as if he were in a jewelry commercial.
    â€œI’ve already said your name,” she told him, refusing to say it again.
    â€œSay it again,” he instructed her, this time his voice going lower, his eyes just a shade darker.
    Jewel shook her head, already feeling the effects of that look, and that tone. She was breathless and refused to speak for fear of him noticing that very fact.
    He took a step toward her then but didn’t take his hands out of his pockets, didn’t even touch her, simply stood within a breath’s span of her and whispered once more, “Say. My. Name.”
    She blinked, swallowed, wanted to run like the devil himself was chasing her. But she did not. She stood tall, squaring her shoulders and giving him a look that said, “You don’t scare me,” even though he was doing precisely that. “Mr. Preston.”
    He shook his head. “I want to hear you say my first name. I want to watch your lips as it rolls off your tongue, watch your eyes as you acknowledge who I am.”
    â€œWell,” she said in a huff, “ Ezra, you can just watch me walk away.”
    And with every ounce of dignity Jewel had left in her body that all but demanded she turn around and jump into that fine-ass man’s arms, she walked through the lobby, leaving him standing there alone.
    *   *   *
    The sway of her perfectly round ass wrapped in the soft material of that hot-pink dress, replayed in Ezra’s mind the entire ride to Comastaz Labs. His dick was hard and ready to sink into what he knew would be Jewel’s hot, wet pussy at a moment’s notice.
    As he’d walked down the hall after leaving Bas’s office, his senses had begun to go into overdrive. Just as they had yesterday and the first time he’d seen her. If he were absolutely honest with himself, Ezra would admit his already acute