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sweetness.”
    She released a shaky breath. “Wow. You’re a dangerous man, Rafe Alexander.”
    In more ways than one. If his instincts failed him, then she would learn exactly how dangerous he was. No. He wouldn’t allow those thoughts to take hold. His inner spirits would never have allowed him to touch her if they doubted her. He had to trust them.
    Whatever secret she held, he’d uncover, and he needed to do so soon. There was a damn good chance he’d gotten himself addicted to the woman.

Chapter Four
    Jazz couldn’t move. Her body lay boneless, sated and so relaxed she could’ve drifted off to sleep if not for the heavy weight of the man who’d pleasured her keeping her awake. Rafe’s head rested on her stomach while he skimmed his fingers up her side. The sweeping exploration reached under her shirt to skim along the edge of her bra, but he made no move to unhook it. He hesitated each time as if he were debating whether he wanted to push for more. At the moment, with her body humming and pliant, she wouldn’t have fought him.
    Rafe would know it too. With the easy, confident way he’d touched her, she had no doubt he was well experienced. Unlike her. She hadn’t had any sexual relations in… five years.
    Jeez, she hadn’t realized it’d been so long. She’d gone from abstinence to oral sex with a stranger.
    What have I done?
    His fingers stilled. He lifted his head and peered at her through the blond strands of his hair. He appeared wild and untamed…a primitive male set on taking down his prey. Her breathing quickened.
    “Jasmine?”
    The cautious way he said her name added to the churning in her belly.
    “Off.” She shoved at his shoulders.
    He sat up slowly, as if afraid to startle her. She stood and smoothed her skirt. The clock on the wall chimed. Nine o’clock. Curses zinged through her head. She’d promised Mr. Wilkins she’d be home by nine-thirty.
    She ran a hand through her hair. Or tried too. The tangled mess would need more help than her fingers could give. It would have to wait. She tugged up her panties and reached for her keys. They weren’t in her skirt. Not surprising. She’d dressed for fashion, not practicality. And I failed at both. My shoes don’t even match.
    “Dammit!” She glanced under the desk. Nothing.
    “Looking for these?”
    “Yes!” She reached for them. He raised his hand, keeping the ring with her two keys just out of reach. “Gimme those.”
    He slid his other arm around her waist and slammed their bodies together. The thick cock pressed into her belly left little doubt about his feelings.
    “Not until you give me your name and number. I want to see you again, Jasmine.”
    She swallowed hard and tipped her head back. Heavy-lidded eyes met hers. “Jazz. Not Jasmine.”
    He shook his head and slid a hand over her bottom. He massaged each cheek before resting his palm over her hip. “Only in public. When we’re alone, you will be my Jasmine.”
    The possessive edge to his voice left her body and mind warring. She went lax in his arms, while her instincts warned her to run. The intensity to his gaze made her feel as if she were his prey, the one he meant to capture. He blinked and broke the spell.
    “Don’t look so shocked. I didn’t lie when I said you caught my interest.” He grinned at her. “You should feel special.”
    Special? Right. She snorted. “I’m sorry I led you on, Rafe, but I’m not interested in a relationship with you.”
    “Not interested…in a relationship.” He bent closer, forcing her to lean backward. “Exactly what does that mean?”
    “It means exactly what I said. I am not interested in a relationship with you. This shouldn’t have happened. I got carried away.” She held out her hand. “Now give me my keys.”
    A tic developed on his jaw. “And why shouldn’t this have happened?”
    “Umm, well for one, you’re a stranger. And two, I’m not interested!”
    He made a low, annoyed sound and kissed her, pushing