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His eyes are on my lips again. I can practically taste his hunger.

“You said you don’t like me…” I whisper.

“I know.”

“Harlan… are you obsessed with me or something?”

His eyes meet mine, darkening.

His voice is dangerously low, almost vicious, when he says, “I am not obsessed with you.”

“Oh… kay,” I say, the way a little bird might agree with a wolf who said he wasn’t going to eat her.

Then he scoops me up in his arms, drags me onto his lap, and kisses me.

My whole body catches fire.

I’m in Harlan’s strong arms, andhe’s kissing me. I’m breathless as we smash together, sucking, tasting. He buries one hand in my hair, and the other grabs my ass. He drags me closer, shifting his hips under me—so I’m sitting on his erection.

Oh my god.He wants me.

What the hell am I doing right now?

I can’t stop making out with him as if my life depends on our bodies fusing together.Red flags be damned.

He groans. And breaks the kiss.

“Tell me you broke up with him,” he pants against my lips.

“I broke up with him.”

I did. The day after he stood me up for the last time.

The day after Harlan said goodbye to me.

His lips are so fucking luscious, and I dive back in. I bite his lip, and he groans again.

His hand slides under my dress, and grips my thigh, hard. It’s like he’s trying to resist sliding it higher.

“I can’t get involved with you,” he says huskily, even as his other hand holds me trapped against his thick hard-on. And nowhe’s making out with my neck, licking the pulse point on the side.

Mixed messages much?

“Uh-huh…”

“I’m no good for you, Quinn.”

“I’m… aware…”

“Even though you no longer work for Vance Industries…” he says between sucking on my throat, then my lips, “I told my family I stopped seeing you. It’s important… they believe… I’ve distanced myself from you. You know, cut all ties…”

“That’s fine,” I say breathlessly as we suck face. “I never asked you… to wander around town with me… holding hands…”

“But you can’t just show up at my house… and pry into my life,” says the man with his hand up my skirt and his mouth on my throat again.

“Uh, I didn’t.”

His eyes, gleaming with lust, meet mine. “You were coming over with cake.”