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Her gaze hits my lips before returning to my eyes. I know she’s full of doubts. I know she’s scared out of her mind. I am too. But I know we both feel this, and I know I want that apprehension out of her immediately.

I lean down and press my lips to hers. When she doesn’t pull away, I know exactly how I want the rest of this night to go.

I plan to make that happen.

Not that there was ever any doubt in the first place. The second she agreed to this date, I knew I had her.

I’m never letting go either.

CHAPTER 22

Hazel

Just one more night.It’ll be fine.

This is all that goes through my mind. It feels wrong, but something feels so right too.

Right now, it doesn’t matter though. Only the present matters. Everything else is thrown to the wind, everything out in the real world. Any consequences. I don’t care. You’re supposed to do stupid and crazy things when you’re young, right?

I want him so bad.

Before we can even get off the elevator at his place, he has me against the wall, and my hands are already on his belt. Maybe I’d be more subdued if I knew we had some public hallway to go down to get to his place, but the elevator opens right up into it, and I don’t want to wait.

Our lips mash together, and I can’t get him out of these pants fast enough. I spin him around, his large frame crashing into the elevator hard enough to make it shake. I finally get his pants undone and drop to my knees in front of him.

He knows exactly what I want to do, which is insane. I’ve only done this once before and it wasn’t nearly as sexy as this. In fact, I think I swore I would never do it again, but now, it’s all I want.Before I can pull him out of his boxer briefs, his hand lands in my hair that I spent hours on. He grips it in his big hand and holds my head back.

His eyes drift down to mine then dart to a camera up in the corner. “Soon.”

About that time, the elevator dings, and he reaches down and lifts me up, hauling me right into his penthouse. We don’t make it far. The second he sets me down inside, I practically tackle him against the wall and go right back to what I want to do.

I’m back on my knees in front of him.

His hand is back in my hair and he holds me there, staring down at me, then smirks. “I think I’ll make you work a little more for this.” He moves my hand right to him, to feel how hard he is, then he smiles.

I try to lunge for it, all while stroking him over his briefs, but he holds my head back. Then he holds up one finger. “You stay right there, where you are.”

I glare at him.

He walks away.

Actually walks away, like he doesn’t have a care in the world. Like there’s not a woman, all dressed up, on her knees in front of him. He walks over to a bar in the corner, slowly pours himself a rocks glass of some kind of expensive brown liquor, then walks over to a lounge chair across the room with a small table next to it.

Is that where he goes to do his deep thinking?

He sets down his drink, peels his jacket off slowly, then sinks down into the chair, and holy hell, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man look so sexy. He’s lounged back in it, legs spread, belt unbuckled. He loosens his tie and rolls the sleeves up on his massive forearms.

And for some reason, I can’t stop watching him, I’m frozen in place knowing I need to wait for his command.

He eyes me like a hunter eyeing his prey, like he wants to devour me, but he’s going to be patient, aware of every detail to make sure he gets the kill.

He slowly takes a sip, eyes never leaving mine, then sets the glass back down on the table.

“Come here, Hazel.” His voice is cold and hard, but damn.

It’s oozing with sex on every syllable.

I start to get up and he shakes his head. “Nope.”

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