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his bluff.

“Fuck no.” The unmistakable flare of jealousy narrows his eyes for a
heartbeat before his hips pin mine to the door, and my instant relief at his

answer is replaced by a jolt of pure lust. I can see that infamous control of

his hovering on the edge, balancing precariously on the point of a knife. All
he needs is one. Little. Push. And I’m about to shamelessly shove.

“Good.” I tilt my head up to his and draw his bottom lip between mine,

sucking before gently nipping him with my teeth. “Because I only want
you, Xaden.”

The words breach something within him, and he gives.

Finally.
Our mouths collide, and the kiss is hot and hard and completely out of

our control. Need streaks down my spine as he takes my ass in his hands
and hauls me against his hips, my back raking the ridges of the door behind

me as I use it as leverage to push closer to his strength.

I wrap my legs around his waist and lock my ankles. My dressing gown
rises with the motion, but I don’t care, not with the all-consuming way he’s

kissing me. The caress of his mouth and the strokes of his wicked tongue
steal every logical thought, and my world narrows to this kiss, this minute,

this man. Mine. In this moment, Xaden Riorson is mine.

Or maybe I’m his. Who fucking cares as long as he keeps kissing me?
Heat floods my body in an addictive rush, setting every inch of my skin

aflame as his mouth slides down my neck in a sensual assault that makes

me moan.
“Gods,” he says against my throat, and then we’re moving.

Wood scrapes the floor and crashes before my ass hits the desk, and my

ankles fall from the small of his back when he leans over me, spearing his
fingers through my hair at the nape of my neck as he takes my mouth again.

I kiss him back with a hunger I’ve only known with him.
My hands fly back to brace my weight, knocking anything and everything