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Her beautiful features downshifted into a scowl. “I’m beginning to think you have feelings for Jamie.”

“I just don’t want him to have you.”

“I’m unsure if that’s sexist … or sweet.”

“I’ll take door number two.”

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A hum vibrated through her pursed lips. His deep timbered persuasive voice unquestionably direct. But then, Nathan had been nothing but direct since day one. Crazily she liked the quality in him. The immensity of his body was such a turn-on. He was an unbending wall of a man.

Keeping the smile to herself, Luxe bit the inside of her cheek, his liquid gaze, growing darker by the second, skimmed over her, she felt it in every nerve ending, her breasts throbbing at the peaks for the rough touch of his hands again.

And it was that look that brought her to a conclusion.

Sleep with her kidnapper or walk away for good and drop the mild obsession for him.

“Does it matter if I forgive you, Nathan? I mean, really? I’m no one, you admitted to doing a shitty thing, why do you want absolving?”

“Because I damn well do.” He growled and her blood turned to molasses sloshing through her veins. Being enemies with someone shouldn’t feel this …good.

Oh Dios. Yes.The man was hot blooded with his emotions burning in his eyes.

Anger and frustration showed on his face, and in the flex of his tightly clutching fists resting on the table, the veins protruding on the backs of his hands.

Luxe slid out of her side of the booth, inched the skirt back over her thighs, the thing was skin tight, she could barely breathe in it. She hadn’t only wanted to distract the Russian mafia with her body. Oh, no, she’d caught Nathan’s eyes as well, everywhere she’d went tonight she’d felt his gaze on her, undressing her, stroking her.

That was why she was still feeling the languid effects of her orgasm.

God, she wantedmore.

He watched her move slowly to his side, didn’t move a muscle when she climbed onto the seat next to him, kept on going and moved onto his lap, a knee resting either side, the motion shoved her dress up most of her exposed thighs.

Crotch met crotch and they both groaned. Nathan’s more tortured.

Luxe grinned slyly, licking her lips to tempt his gaze.

“Doesn’t that feel nice?”

“No,” another grunt. “Yes. Are you using me again?” his voice cracked like a whip.

“Oh,Sí. Do you mind?”

His Adam’s apple worked. “Not at all, love. I don’t mind you rubbing a wet patch on my pants.”

He watched her with a heat level in his eyes that made her belly clench. There was no doubting what his look was all about. The man was hungry and he’d seen her on the menu. She had to control her lungs before she could meet his stare head on, schooling her face of any expression he could use to his advantage.

But the want was there. God help her.

Senses homed in on the bite of his fingers on her hips. Large tanned hands moved up to hold her waist. A big, warm palm landed on the back of her neck. She wanted to move it down to the place that throbbed.

So much want for a man who had tied her up, gagged and questioned her like she was a damn enemy of the state. Maybe if they would have gotten naked and fucked a year ago she wouldn’t be this agitated over him wondering what if.

Mmm. She really did enjoy teasing him though, he took it so well and that was so rare, the heady rush she got knowing he was allowing it, not like some jerks who would call her vile names for not climbing onto his big-boy dick, why couldn’t men just enjoy a little flirtation and leave it at that? Grinder seemed happy enough to let her drive and she took advantage with great rolling swirls of her hungry hips, scraping the thin fabric of her panties to his crotch.

Blood, erratic and uncontrolled plunged through her veins, heating every inch of her skin.

I want him so badly.