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“No.” Her voice is a whisper, but her eyes are blazing with stubborn fire.

“I’m not that guy.” I give her the hardness in my voice, push way deep down the fact that I want nothing more than to shut my door with her on the inside, rip those skimpy fuckin’ shorts down those thick thighs of hers, and eat her pussy like it was my last meal.

“What guy, Rev?” Her sapphire eyes search mine, and it sure as fuck looks to me like she’s thinking something very much like what I am.

“Whatever it is you’re lookin’ for. Whatever it is you think you see in me. I fuckin’ promise you, girl, I ain’t it.”

My earpiece and walkie are on the bed—I hear the earpiece crackle from here, Chance saying my name.

“My name is Myka. Notwoman, and certainly notgirl.”

I hold her eyes. “I’m not your guy, Myka. Be smart. Walk away from me. Sayin it for your own good.”

I’m a dumbfuck son of a bitch, so I tuck that wayward lock of honey and sunlight back behind her ear, and then my hand wraps around her throat, squeezing just enough to make a point as I drag her up against me. She can breathe, but I know she feels the fact that I could crush her windpipe as easily as I’d crumple an empty can of Budweiser. Her eyes are wide, trembling. Both of her hands clutch at my wrist, but she’s not struggling. Just holding my wrist and forearm with her small soft fingers, baby blue fingernails lightly dimpling into my skin. She’s not fighting. She’s…

Trusting, the silly little bitch.

Me. Trustingme.

She doesn’t have the first fucking clue what these hands have done.

God, I’m stupid.

My lips graze hers, and I feel her breath of surprise—and then she shocks me. She lifts up on her toes and deepens the kiss.

She holds my wrist and forearm in both hands, pulling on them to stand higher, reach closer to my mouth. Her tongue is warm and wet, licking my lips, stroking past my teeth, and then tangling with my tongue.

She whimpers when I press down into the kiss, opening my mouth and savaging hers with mine.

That whimper.

Fuck.

All it takes is that little quiet breathless whimper, and my cock is a tree trunk behind my zipper, throbbing my frantic heartbeat against the soft give of her belly.

She…

She presses against me. Grinds her hips against mine.

Fuck, she wants it.

I break the kiss and release her, my fists clenched at my sides, my chest heaving. I taste her on my lips.

“Rev, god…” She gasps, touching her mouth with her fingertips.

I get in her face and snarl in the voice that’s left grown men shaking in their boots. “Careful what you wish for, Myka.” I nip her lower lip between my teeth,hard, until she whimpers in surprised pain. “You just might get it.”

I leave her off-balance, and the last I see of her is her fingers touching her throat where my hand had been. Matching her fingers to the red prints I left on her sun-golden skin.

I’m so fucking twisted up by the woman that I forget my walkie and earpiece, forget to lock my door. I leave her there, and I stomp away, calling myself every curse word I know.

And I know alotof curse words.

I’msofucked.

7In For A Penny, In For A Pound

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