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charm. Judging from his place, I need to be on his team. “So you got me in your car. Do you always get what you want?”
    S. Marcus smiled, showing those dimples again. He leaned in playfully. “Most of the time, because I know what I want. And I know how to ask.”
    You better believe he does. Don’t blow this, Yancey, I tell myself. This could be your golden ticket back. “What does the S stand for? Steven?”
    “Do I look like a Steven to you?”
    “You could definitely be a Steven.”
    He gives a wink and says with a sip, “I can’t reveal that until after our fifth date.”
    “Who said there would be a fifth date?” I ask with a laugh. Deep down, I’m loving the idea that he sees me as more than a one-night stand. And once he gets a taste of my sweet stuff, he’ll want to keep me in his life for a long time, to shower me with all this luxury.
    My sassy response makes his eyes glow with intrigue, as if he’s never been challenged.
    “Oh, there
will
be a fifth date,” he says confidently, looking at me like I’d be crazy not to stick around to share in his high life. “But if there isn’t, then you’ll never know who S. Marcus Pinkston is. Or what you’d missed out on.”
    I shook my head, not knowing whether to admire the hell out of this guy or be taken aback by his gall. “So sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
    “And you love it. So what is it that you do, Yancey Braxton?”
    I hated that he knew my name and still had to ask, but I’d grown used to that. It hurts less than it did at first. “I’m an actress and I dabble in New York real estate.”
    “Are you making any money in either one?”
    “I do all right,” I lied.
    “I bet you do. Listen,” he said, rising, “I’m going to get more comfortable. Make yourself at home and try not to miss me too much.” He then disappeared behind mahogany-paneled walls.
    I’m still standing at the windows looking at the water when suddenly music pipes through the apartment. It is a seductive male voice I don’t recognize at first and then realize it’s neo-soul singer Anthony Hamilton. It has been a long time since I’ve been in a posh setting like this and I miss it terribly. I want to tell S. Marcus that I too once had it all, but who wants to explain how it all fell apart?
    Just as I was feeling sorry for myself, the softest kiss brushes overon the curve of my neck. A hot wave of lust ripples through me. It feels so good, I don’t move. Because it makes me realize just how much I’ve missed a man touching me like that.
    My body hungers for him just as much as my entire being aches to return to the life of luxury. And right now I feel like I’ll do anything to satisfy both cravings.
    He put his heavy hand low on my hip. And I swear I could feel lightning shoot from his palm and his fingertips through my body. It didn’t help that he was touching me way too close to a place that needed love more than anything else. I took in a deep, sharp breath—almost a gasp—as that lightning crackled through every inch of me and sparked a fire between my legs. It was a wonder that I could feel so wet and so on fire at the same time. All I wanted was for this gorgeous man to do whatever he says he does with his hands. I needed him to touch me there, then hammer into the heat until it exploded and cooled down, at the same time intoxicating him with an overwhelming need for Yancey in his life.
    “Turn around,” he whispers. “I want to see you.”
    I do as I’m told with the obedience of a child. It’s not my style. But my body wants him so badly, I guess I can do it one night of my life. I turn, and he stands before me wearing nothing but a milk-white bath towel cinched around his waist.
    I gasp, admiring his perfect anatomy. His body looks better than any guy on the cover of a fitness magazine. The sight of this magnificent piece of manhood makes my body burn even hotter. I cross my arms to hide my nipples, poking two hard points through my dress.