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out naked against them.
    I want a lot of things, but I know that if I bend now he’ll have me exactly where he wants me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not looking for a long-term commitment or a ring, God forbid, I just don’t want to be another easy conquest for the sexy lothario.
    “No. Thank you for the offer though,” I say, going to open my door.
    “Wait,” he growls, stilling my hand. “At least let me kiss you. I’ve been thinking about it all night.”
    You and me both.
    Letting go of the door I turn to him, licking my lips for the kiss I’ve anticipated since opening my door. He cups my face and leans in, feathering a light kiss against my closed mouth, once, twice, before settling his mouth fully on mine and peeking his tongue out to lick at me.
    I groan at the contact and allow my lips to open infinitesimally, encouraging him to take it deeper. He does, coaxing my lips open with swift flicks of his tongue that leave me gasping, opening for more.
    He tastes like the coffee we drank instead of dessert, and something indefinable. Soon he’s deepening the kiss to something that has me gasping and leaning closer, searching.
    When I spear my tongue past his lips and lick at his, he pulls me over and onto his lap, my head at his shoulder as he plunders my mouth.
    I am so lost in the sensations bombarding me it takes me a minute to realize he’s worked a hand under my dress and is slipping a finger beneath the waistband of my thong.
    I tense, whimpering when his finger skims over my opening and moves higher to my clit. When he touches me I groan, wishing my dress weren’t so tight. I want to spread my legs and invite him in.
    “Oh darlin’, you feel so beautiful,” he groans, pressing his thumb into me in a rhythmic slide that has me tensing as arousal hits me.
    He keeps kissing me, swallowing my cries as he pushes a finger lower and enters me, his thumb stroking me closer to bliss.
    “When you’re ready I’m going to taste this,” he growls, stroking in counterpoint to his thrusting finger.
    My body is all sensation and coiling need as he touches me and keeps going till I explode in a shower of pleasure that leaves me gasping startled cries into his open mouth. When I am sated and wrung out and ready to melt, he pulls his hand from beneath my dress and pushes me back into my seat.
    His trousers are tented, revealing a thick erection I suddenly want more than my next breath. When he opens his mouth and sucks on the arousal clinging there I swear I feel my womb tense.
    He lets out a groan and spears me with a look filled with lust.
    “I’ll call you tomorrow, darlin’.”
    Dismissed, I open my door and exit on shaky legs.
    “Hannah?”
    “Yeah?” I breathe, turning back to lean in.
    “Don’t wear any panties tomorrow night,” he commands, and I nod, caught in the thrall of his desire.
    It’s only as I’m letting myself into the apartment that I realize, I am not and never will be, in control when it comes to Gregory Lucas, and that thought scares me more than the thought of losing control.
    A knock sounds at the door just as I’m about undress. I stop and smooth at the dress with shaking hands, fully expecting the person on the other side to be Gregory.
    “I want to know everything,” Chrissie demands as she bursts in holding a bottle of wine and a tub of Double Choc Chip.
    It’s not ideal, but if he’s not returning I am so up for a little distraction. I can go back to my diet tomorrow.
    “God, that man was….phew,” she giggles, fanning herself for emphasis. “And the way he was looking at you! My pants almost caught on fire.”
    I grin at her and excuse myself to change, coming back with her dress thrown over my shoulder as I adjust my shorts and roll my hair into a bun.
    “So, let’s hear it.”
    I accept the wine and offer the dress.
    “Thanks, Chris, that dress was a life saver.”
    “Well, keep it! It was obviously meant for you,” she insists wickedly, and we giggle as we sip