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The accusation in his tone doesn’t affect me, but the hurt beneath does. The rawness of his words is a reminder he was left before by a woman he trusted. I didn’t leave him for another man, but his betrayed expression makes it seem as if I might as well have.

I lift my chin to meet his gaze. “What did we have? What could we have had, Harrison?” I swallow hard. “You were this arrogant, untouchable god, and I was this angry girl who wanted no part of your world. At least… I didn’t at first.”

His nostrils flare as he searches my face.

I’m playing a dangerous game, showing vulnerability to a man who crushes his, who succeeds by exploiting weakness in others. Except the throbbing low in my gut wants to believe he’s not unaffected either.

“If I look like a god right now, you need reading glasses more than I do.”

His self-deprecating comment makes me suck in a breath.

My attention drifts down to his open collar, the rolled-up sleeves revealing muscled forearms. I pop his collar, trailing a finger along the edge. “You’re missing your suit.”

He’s a warrior without his armor, and I’m aching to know what convinced him to lay it down tonight.

Before I can ask, his mouth crashes down on mine.

His tongue presses at the seam of my lips, demanding entrance. I grant it to him, my body responding before my brain gives permission.

He tastes like whisky and man and I’m drowning in him.

My palms flatten against his chest to steady myself.

The rational part of me screams to get away.

Instead, I press up on my toes to kiss him back.

His arms band around me like steel.

“Too public.” His muttered words cut through my haze of arousal.

Harrison doesn’t take my hand but steers me across the foyer and toward a private elevator using only the force of his presence.

We step inside, and the doors shut.

His gaze is loaded with hunger, and I revel in it before he drags me up to him. Those wicked lips land on mine before sliding lower to my jaw, my neck, tracing down to my cleavage. I fist a hand in his shirt.

“Fuck.” My fingers tighten in his hair as his mouth moves to cover my breast through the fabric, licking its hardened peak.

He’s a storm intent on killing me and making me grateful for the mercy.

The elevator dings, and he guides me out, a firm hand on my back as we step into the huge living room of a suite.

“You never do anything halfway, do you?” I pant.

“What I want, I get.” Harrison pulls back to study me, his eyes nearly black with desire. “I want you to repeat every smartass thing you’ve ever said to me while you’re laying over my knee. I want to ride you bare before your show. To come inside you and watch you go out and play in front of a thousand people and know I’m still there. Where they all want to be. I want to tie you to my bed and make you come until you’re begging me to stop.”

His words seduce me. “Too many orgasms doesn’t sound like a thing.”

“Sweet, naïve girl.”

He grips my face, his expression turning serious as he stops either of us from taking things further.

“There was one thing I wanted in my life. But since you crashed into it, I want you. Seeing you with Beck makes me crazy.”

Thrilling. It’s thrilling to hear him talk like this.

“How crazy?”