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T he cold air cut through my wool coat, but I was numb to it.

Besides, the big man next to me was like a furnace, giving off heat like he was the devil himself.

He was so big. At least six and a half feet, which made him a good foot taller than me at least. Yes, I was counting my shoes.

They’re flat, so hush. Stop judging me.

His car was out front, and I noticed he didn’t drive himself this time. Also, it was a different driver.

Connor gave no directions, but the driver seemed to know where we were headed just fine. He got out first.

“Wait for me,” he instructed, and I did, shivers racing through me.

I watched, a little stunned really at the way he eyes the valet, forcing the guy to back off while he got my door himself.

Then he was there, taking my hand and helping me down from the tall SUV.

His spicy cologne was making me dizzy, and I was about one second from jumping on him by the time the elevator doors closed.

He must have felt the same way, because one minute he was glaring straight ahead and the next I was being pushed against the wall while he sealed his mouth to mine.

“Fuck. So sweet,” he groaned, lifting me off the floor with both his hands on my hips.

I didn’t hesitate, I wrapped my legs around his waist, moaning as he drove his skilled tongue inside my mouth.

“God, you kiss so good. Like it’s your job,” I moaned, and he chuckled.

The bastard.

“Never heard it put like that before, Darlin’. But thank you,” he said, and bent to do it again.

I bit him then. Just cause I could.

“Ouch! What was that for?” he asked, his lips twitching like he was going to smile.

“I don’t want you thinking about kissing other women or their reactions to you when you’re kissing me, got it?”

“Look at me, Clementine,” he said, forcing my head up with one hand wrapped around my neck, “There are no other women but you.”

Something primal inside of me hummed at his words in approval.

He moved his big, inked up hand around to the front of my neck and tightened his hold.

And. It. Felt. Amazing.

Connor seemed to know exactly how much pressure to use, and I moaned and gripped the hand holding my throat captive as he fused his lips back to mine.

I couldn’t tell if I was pushing him away or pulling him closer at first, but ten seconds in, it was definitely the latter.

Need pulsed through me like electricity through a live wire. My panties were soaked, and my nipples were so hard, I was going to scream in another moment if he didn’t get his mouth or his hands or something on them.

Luckily, the elevator opened, and Connor was strong enough to carry me and my bags inside without missing a beat or relinquishing my mouth.

I grabbed at his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders, while he opened his hands, allowing me to slide down his big body, past the impressive bulge behind his zipper.

“So eager,” he growled, teasing me as his hands went to the fastening of my pants.

“Naked, Connor. I need you naked. Now.”

“Lemme see what you got in here first, Darlin’,” he growled.

I moaned at the feeling as his fingers invaded my panties. But Connor stilled before he could touch me where I needed him most. He raised his head, black eyes boring into mine and tsked.

“Naughty girl. You soak your panties kissing me?” he asked.

He withdrew his hand, turning it around. Then, he shoved it back inside, cupping my pussy over the scrap of silk I bought and changed into during my lunch hour on the off chance he and I would wind up like this.

The cotton pair I wore to work were still in my purse. But I wanted to please him. To turn him on.

Plus, as I was just learning, lingerie made the wearer feel sexy.

I’d always been a cotton kinda girl.

My sisters and cousins dubbed my underwear collection Clementine cotton and while I enjoyed the comfort of a good cotton panty, I didn’t intend for the silky bit of lace to be worn for very long.

Lucky for me, I didn’t think they would last past tonight.