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Her libido whimpered and rolled over.

‘Uh…no,’ she said, too soft, too breathy, too needy.

‘Sure?’

His lips brushed the tender skin beneath her ear and trailed slowly downward where his teeth nipped her collarbone with gentle bites that made her body zing and heat pool low in her belly.

Sure? She wasn’t sure of anything, least of all how she would walk to her car, get in, and drive home without him in the passenger seat.

‘Wade, you’re so—’

‘Addictive?’ He licked the dip between her collarbones.

‘Wicked?’ He deliberately brushed his stubbled jaw along the top of her breast.

‘Sexy?’ He edged toward her mouth, his lips teasing at the corner.

‘Persistent,’ she said, holding her breath as his lips brushed hers once, twice, soft, taunting.

As a car’s headlights panned over them, Liza nudged him away. ‘This would be a great boost for the book’s marketing. CEO and WAG caught in compromising position underground carpark.’

‘All publicity’s good publicity,’ he said, completely unruffled while she felt dishevelled and flustered and turned on.

‘Beg to differ.’ She tugged down her jacket, straightened her blouse, and smoothed her hair. ‘Are you walking me to my car or not?’

‘Lead the way.’ His arm swept forward in a flourish and as she passed him she could’ve sworn his hand deliberately brushed her butt.

Wade didn’t play fair.

Then again, the way her skin tingled with awareness and her body lit up from within, did she want him to?

Chapter Eighteen

Despite the urge to run from Wade as fast as her legs could carry her, Liza was glad he’d walked her to her car.

She wouldn’t have made it otherwise. Her knees shook so badly after their impromptu make-out session in a dark corner of the underground car park, if it hadn’t been for his steadying arm around her waist she would’ve definitely stumbled. And her head was shrouded in a passionate haze, her only excuse for slipping up and not waving him away before they reached her car.

‘You drive this?’

She slipped out of his grasp and fumbled for her keys. ‘Yeah, why?’

‘I pictured you in something swift and sporty.’ Bemused, he walked around her ten-year-old people carrier. ‘You could fit an entire football team in the back of this thing.’

Or a wheelchair, but that was on a strictly need-to-know basis.

‘I like big cars.’ She tried not to sound defensive and failed, if his raised eyebrows were any indication.

‘So it seems.’

She flicked the remote button to unlock the doors but he laid a hand on her forearm and stopped her from opening the driver’s door.

‘Wait.’

She couldn’t, because if she spent one more second around him she’d fall into his arms and beg for a repeat of that one memorable night they’d spent together.

‘I really have to go.’

In response, he moved in closer, placing a hand either side of her waist and pinning her between cold, hard metal behind and hot, hard body in front.

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