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this to me, Ty, made me forget everything and all sense.
    “Yeah, if only we’d met like two ordinary people.” His voice was low and husky. “Instead of this crazy situation. We could have been so hot together.”
    “We are hot together.”
    “Fuck, I know, but there’s nothing we can do about it.”
    He was spooning my other breast now, holding it in his palm. The urge to pull off my top and let him have full access was overwhelming. “We did something about it last time.”
    “I know, and I still feel terrible about it.”
    I pushed at his shoulders and captured his gaze. “Don’t feel terrible, it was amazing.”
    He stared down at me. “But it was wrong. I was holding you captive, against your will, and I ended up fucking you.”
    “Only because I asked. It was hardly rape, was it?” Sweeping my hands over his shoulders, I pulled him closer again. Beneath my sweater he smoothed his hands around my back. Suddenly I was aware of a hardness jabbing into my belly—a long, thick hardness that I remembered only too well.
    His nostrils flared and he sucked in a breath. He ground his erection forward.
    “It was sexy and steamy,” I whispered onto his lips. “And bloody hell, I had one incredible orgasm.”
    His eyes sparkled. “Yeah, I remember the cute little squeal you made when you came.” He poked out his tongue and traced the seam of my lips. “I’d quite like to hear it again sometime.”
    “Here?” I curled my leg around one of his and trapped him to me, shifted against his cock. “Now?”
    “Tempting, but no, not here, not now.”
    “When, where?”
    He mashed his lips to mine, hard and fretful. Shoved his steely length into my belly even more firmly.
    I whimpered, a combination of lust and shock. Being pinned in his embrace sent my heart rate to dangerous levels and my head went giddy. I loved the way he kissed me. No man had ever kissed me with such desperation, such urgent intensity.
    “Soon,” he said, pulling away and forcing me to unfurl my limbs from his body. “Soon, Penny, but I’ve got to get some results from your father first.”
    He stepped back and I stared up at him. I was panting and my skin prickled with a heated flush that had turned me feverish.
    He was breathing fast too. His fists were balled at his sides, his lips shiny from our kisses. The package in his jeans was impressive and I was more than a little irritated that I wasn’t about to get up close and personal with it again.
    “I’ll do my best to persuade my father,” I said breathlessly.
    “Do more than your best. Make it happen, or I will be forced to take drastic action, baby.”
    Then, as fast as he’d appeared he was gone, slipping around the end of the aisle so quickly I could almost have believed he’d evaporated.
    My heart knocked and my pussy buzzed. The feel of his arms around me and his hard cock had reawakened so many emotions and desires. My gut clenched and my body felt weak. I clutched the side of the shelf for support and fought the urge to crumple into a heap on the floor.
    Ty was the worst man in the world for me to want. He was dangerous, unpredictable and desperate. Skilled in a whole host of things that could get me into very deep trouble, not just with the law but in the broken-heart department too.
    But one thing was for sure.
    I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything else in my life.

Chapter Two
     
    My body didn’t feel like my own as I raced through the back streets of Oxford, clutching my rucksack. My feet floated over the cobbles and my breaths were short and sharp, echoing around the sandstone walls. I slowed only briefly to dispose of the note Ty had left in the library, throwing it in a trash bin outside the Red Lion pub.
    Dodging evening revelers, I dashed into the grounds of my residency complex. My emotions collided in my chest as I sped along the tree-lined pathway that ran parallel to the halls. I was elated, turned-on, but also hugely frustrated. After all of