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In a single move, he slammed her up against a wall and raised her hands above her head to pin them in place.
“Gregorio…”
He leaned in closer.
Suddenly, the only sounds were her frantic breaths and thundering heart.
Because of her training at Hawkeye, she was also a competent bodyguard and security agent. People counted on her to protect their lives. But this close to Gregorio, she was helpless, ensnared by his masculine prowess. “What the hell are you suggesting?”She could escape his hold in a single move. Two at the most. So why wasn’t she running away screaming?
“You want something memorable. I’ll make damn sure this is an evening you won’t soon forget.”
Slowly, he traced his thumb down the column of her throat, bringing it to rest on the frantic pulse that thundered there. His touch was electric, shooting wildfire through her veins.
“Open your mouth for me.”
Desperate to save herself, she shook her head.
“I won’t force you.” He quirked an eyebrow. “I won’t need to.”
What cocksure arrogance.
“You want this,” he stated. “You wantme.”
Once more, she frantically shook her head. But even as she denied it, she knew it was true. She’d always wanted him, always craved his touch, his attention, his approval. It was a secret she’d carried for so long it had become a part of her, as essential as breathing.
He pressed lightly on her throat. “Your actions say one thing but your body says another. It’s speaking to mine, isn’t it?”
She should deny what he said.
“Right now, this moment, you’re feeling compelled to spread your legs as wide as possible, right after you pull up your dress and show me your secrets.”
Absolutely not.“No.”
As if she’d said nothing, he went on in his hypnotic way. “Once you do that, you’ll want me to slide my fingers inside your panties and give you an orgasm that would make you scream if we weren’t in public.”
He leaned impossibly closer and she stared at him, unable to look away. His eyes were dark, almost black in the dim light of the closet, and filled with a hunger that matched her own.
Protests sprang to mind, and each died before emerging. Instead, she was captivated by his air of confidence, worn as easily as the suit hugging his powerful frame.
“But since anyone walking by could hear you, I’d have to silence your cries with my mouth.”
Sasha didn’t want this.Shouldn’t.Yet her body betrayed her. Her clit throbbed with need, and an ache built deep inside her.
“Tell me to let you go, Petal. Or use that beautiful mouth of yours to ask me to kiss you and bring you off.”
His crudeness made her gasp.
“Or I can walk away right now and leave you wondering, turned on and frustrated.”
Embarrassed, she worried her lower lip. But beneath the embarrassment was a thrill, a dark excitement at the thought of surrendering to him, of letting him take control.
Something she’d spent years longing for.
“I’m betting you’d stay behind for a while to masturbate to the fantasy of what you could have had but didn’t have the courage to ask for.”
Damn you.
“You and I would both know what you were doing, wouldn’t we?”