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“Brandi, you may be willing to deny what’s between us, but I’m not. From the minute I saw you, we clicked. I know it’s not one-sided because you wouldn’t have responded to me so wonderfully if you didn’t feel it, too.” Mason hopped out of the chair and shut the door.

“What are you doing?”

“I want your full attention when I talk to you.”

“Open the door right now!” she demanded. Her brown eyes flashed fire.

“No. I won’t until you hear me out,” he said stubbornly.

Brandi grabbed one of the tools on the table. “I have a drill and I’m not afraid to use it, buddy. Open the door or you’ll end up like Swiss cheese,” she threatened.

The absurdity of the situation struck him. Here he was trying to woo her by trapping her in a dentist’s office and the pint-sized Brandi was defending herself with a drill that didn’t look as though it was plugged in. Mason started laughing.

Brandi scowled. ‘What’s so damned funny?”

“You are. This whole situation.” She paused as though realizing how silly she must have looked, and she snickered, too. It warmed his heart to hear her laugh like that again. The thought brought him back to reality.

“Brandi, please let me say what I have to say. After I’ve said my piece, you can tell me to go to hell,” he said solemnly.

“And would you stop bothering me?” she asked with a raised brow.

“If that’s what you want.” His fingers were crossed behind his back.

“Okay. Speak.” She crossed her arms across her chest and leaned against the counter.

He could see the wary expression in her eyes and knew this wouldn’t be easy. “Look, I can tell you how attracted I am to you until I’m blue in the face, but that won’t do me any good, will it?”

She shook her head.

“So, the only thing I can say is that I think you should have sex with me to get me out of your system.”

Her eyes widened. He was sure she didn’t expect him to say that. “Excuse me?”

“Oh, come on, Brandi, you heard me. Have sex with me. Think about it. You want my body and I’m willing to let you use me. I’ll be your boy toy for as long as you like.”

“Are you out of your mind? I already told you that I didn’t want to get involved with you at all. What makes you think I would have an affair with you?” She had an incredulous expression on her face.

“Because I know you’ve been thinking about me the way I have been thinking about you.” He took slow deliberate steps toward her as he spoke.

She backed up until she was wedged between the counter and his body. “I have not,” she denied hotly.

“You’re lying, sweet Brandi. You’ve been thinking about my touch and how my tongue felt against your skin and how my cock got so damn hard when you were close to me. I bet you were thinking how your pussy throbs for my touch. You were so wet and ready for me that I could have easily slid between those delectable chocolate thighs of yours.” He paused. “Do you know how I know?”

Her eyes were wide and her breathing sounded stilted. Mason grinned down at her, knowing that his words were affecting her senses. “Do you know how I know?” he repeated, caressing her full bottom lip with his thumb.

She shook her head as if she were hypnotized. “I know because I couldn’t stop thinking about you, too, or how delicious you tasted. Your pussy smelled so sweet. Do you know what I would do if you let me make love to you?”

Again, she shook her head as he lightly caressed her cheek. His hand spanned her throat and he could feel the erratic beating of her pulse. “I would slowly kiss every inch of your beautiful body, taking my time on you and your big, hard nipples. I would suck them into my mouth and make you moan for me. Then I would play with your sweet cunt, slipping my fingers inside of you, getting you so wet that you’d beg for my cock. I would be so damn hard for you, but I promise, I’d go slow.” He lowered his head to lick her earlobe.

She shivered at the contact. “This isn’t right,” she whispered unconvincingly.

Mason lifted his head to gaze into her dark eyes. “You’re starting to repeat yourself, Brandi. Besides, if this is wrong, I sure as hell don’t want to be right. Sorry to sound so clichéd, but it’s how I feel. If you let me make love to you, I’ll make sure you won’t be disappointed. Can you say the same for your fiancé? Does he make you feel this way?”

“No,” she confessed.

Triumph raced through him. He had her in the palm of his hand now.

CHAPTER SEVEN

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