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“Mmm, yeah,” I say, losing myself to the moment.

Every touch sends me higher. Each kiss makes me see the light. The rigid press of his dick against my center turns my mind to mush. Pleasure ripples through my pores and soaks my panties. “I’m gonna…” I gasp into his mouth, pushing my tongue in to taste him when he sends me into orbit.

“Oh no you don’t.” He pulls his hips back and lets my legs drop to the floor.

I’m catapulted into the here and now on shaky legs and sopping wet undies. “Wha… Uh, what happened? Why did you stop?” I tug on his neck, bringing his mouth to mine.

He only lets me have his luscious lips for a brief second. My heart pounds against my chest like a battering ram as I blink away confusion and the haze of need. “Eli…”

Eli curls a hand around my nape and up into my hair where he grips it tight at the roots and pulls my head back so I’m forced to look directly into his eyes. Tingles of pain and pleasure coalesce from the roots of my hair at his dominant move.

“When you come the first time, Spicy, it’s going to be when your cunt is wrapped around my cock and squeezing the life out of my dick. Got me?”

My knees shake as his words pierce right through my libido and light a bonfire of excitement I have no hope in hell of putting out.

“Fuck me sideways,” I gasp.

“Will do, but not the first time,” he confirms.

I swallow. “Deal,” I answer, not realizing that one word would seal my fate in a way I never thought possible.

Chapter Nine

Just as I’m about to go for gold and take what I want, the door only a few feet from where Eli has me pinned opens, and my first clients, Jessica Locke and her dance partner Meghan Butler, walk in. With Eli’s hands and mouth on me, I had completely forgotten the entire reason I came to the studio—to work on a contemporary piece they’re trying to perfect for an upcoming audition. The two women stop midstride, one with her hand still on the doorknob, the other with eyes wide and cheeks pinking.

“Um, uh, we’ll come back,” Jessica offers.

Her friend doesn’t move. Her gaze is all over the six-foot-plus hunk of tatted sexiness with messy bedroom hair that I’ve been yanking on in my effort to get more of him all over me. One look at Eli and I get it. He’s hard not to look at. Jessica tugs on Meghan. “Come on!” she urges.

I pull away from Eli as if I’ve been splashed with hot coffee. “No, ladies,lo siento.I’m sorry. We were, uh…”

“Making out,” Jessica says rather directly.

I cringe. “Yeah, about that…” I blink a few times, trying to get my bearings, and fail miserably.

Eli puts an arm around my shoulders, tugging me closer to his body. “Ladies, I’m Red. I’m going to be sitting in on today’s session.”

Wait. What? “You’re going to what?” I shake my head, thinking I must have missed something between the moment we were bickering to the span of time we were grinding up against one another like horny teenagers. My clit is still throbbing at the wicked pressure he denied at the last possible second.

And what the heck were we doing, anyway? Did I agree to fuck him? Would I if they hadn’t showed in the nick of time?

The answer is a resounding, mind-altering yes. Yes, I would have. God, I’m such aputa. Ready to fuck my dead boyfriend’s brother against a wall in my best friend’s workplace. I push my hand through my hair and try to focus on the here and now. I can’t go wallowing in the hole of my own self-pity right now. I have two paying clients who need assistance with their craft, and I’m going to be the one to help them.

Focus on the work, girl. Deal with themierdalater. You’ve got this.

“Ladies, why don’t you go ahead and get situated in the center of the room facing the mirror. We’ll work on the synchronized sections first.”

Both women hustle over to the far side of the room, set their bags down, and shed their outer clothing until they are down to their sports bras and booty shorts. Basically half-naked.

Eli’s gaze goes from me to them. He tilts his head and checks out each girl’s attributes fully. “Nice workplace. I think I’m going to like hanging out here.” He smirks, and I want to punch the expression right off his handsome face.

I squint and furrow my brow. “You are not staying here.” My tone is back to harsh and unrelenting.

“Babe, I’m not leaving you alone,” he states simply, as if he has just remarked it’s sunny out. What he doesn’t realize is it’s about to be storming in the yoga studio if he doesn’t carry on about his day…somewhere else…rapido!

Perhaps it was the banging of my head against the wall while being pressed into sexual oblivion that brought out my softer side in order to help me respond without malice. “Davis Industries is more secure than your house in Golden Gate Park. Try to tell me it isn’t,” I insist, cocking my hip and taking my standardI’m seriouspose. Chase Davis has ramped up security of his building times a thousand in the wake of Danny and finding out his wife is carrying his children. The man is psycho Papa Bear. We’re probably safer here than in Fort Knox.

He rubs his hand against the morning scruff he didn’t bother to shave. After staying with him for ten days, I’ve learned he shaves about every three to four days. So he’s either sleek and sexy or scruffy and sexy. The in-between is just as smokin’ hot as the former and latter. Which basically means he’s sex on legs walking around San Francisco for all women to gawk at.

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