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enough to touch.
Close enough to smell his cologne, to feel his head. He extended an arm,
placing a hand on the bar behind me. “I’m just getting things started, thanks.
And how’s life without two mortgages?”
    I inhaled deeply. “Wonderful.”
    “Miss, there you are.” The bartender handed me a plastic
bag, and I thanked her before turning back to Shane.
    Holding the bag, I shifted my weight. Wow, was he close. I
needed to leave. I could feel my willpower failing. What would happen if I
asked him if I could go home with him right now? Would he take me back to that
dark dungeon of his? Would he make me forget why it was such a bad idea? “Well,
I guess I’d better get going.”
    “Sure. Wouldn’t want your…?” He lifted a brow.
    “Vegetarian lasagna,” I said.
    “Vegetarian lasagna to get cold.”
    “No, I wouldn’t.” I took a step away, two. I’d almost made
it to the door before turning back. When I did, I discovered he was watching
me. My face burned. I opened my mouth, but no words came out. I didn’t know
what to say. How could I explain everything to him? How?
    That ghost of a smile warmed slightly. Then he turned away
from me to talk to the bartender.
    I left, scurrying outside, click-clacked across the dark parking
lot. Just as I was remoting open my car’s door lock, I heard him again. He’d
followed me outside.
    I opened the door and dropped my dinner onto the driver’s
seat. By the time I’d done that, he was behind me. I could sense his nearness
with every nerve in my body. I turned, opened my mouth again to say something.
    He cupped my cheeks and smashed his mouth down over mine.
    Instantly my body ignited, and all the wanting I’d been
trying to suppress surged to the surface, overwhelming my system like a tidal
wave. Before I knew it, he had me pinned between his hard body and my car and
his tongue was plunging into my mouth, filling it with his decadent flavor.
    I was outside, where a passerby might see me, but I didn’t
care. All that mattered was how it felt to have his hands on me again, his heat
radiating over my skin. My insides were twisting and turning, muscles coiling
into tight knots.
    Hands cupped under my ass, he lifted me, and I locked my
legs around his waist and arms around his neck, and held on. My skirt was up
over my hips, but it didn’t matter. He wasn’t going to let me go again, not
now, not ever. No. I was his. He was mine. We’d figure everything else out
later.
    His hands left my butt, and I heard the ziiip of a zipper.
Ohmygod, was he going to…?
    He had my back pinned against the slightly angled face of
the driver’s side window. We were standing between my car and a minivan. It was
dark.
    But still I knew, even with the haze of need enveloping me
almost completely, that someone could catch us at any moment.
    His fingers hooked the crotch of my panties. There was a
sharp yank, and the sodden material gave way. Cool air caressed my heated
flesh, making me shiver.
    “You aren’t going to hide from me again,” he said as he
plunged his thick cock into me.
    “No, sir,” I promised, tipping my hips to meet his thrust.
“Never again.”
    He slid deep. Full at last. Oh God, it felt so good, so right.
Even here. Yes, here.
    “I’ll never hide again,” I promised. I meant it too, every
word.
    “You should be punished.” He withdrew, to the tip then
rammed deep again.
    “Yes.” A surge of carnal heat rushed through me. I was going
to come already. I could feel it, tingles of a powerful climax buzzing and
zapping through my body. “I’m sorry, sir. Punish me. Punish me hard.”
    He did. He took me without mercy, pounding into my tight
tissues with all his might. I surrendered to his possession and let myself be
carried away by a powerful orgasm, screaming his name as the first spasm
wracked my body. I trembled and quaked, gasping for breath as his torment
continued. He showed me no mercy, pushing me over the edge again, making me
come a second