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“Smith?”

I felt my neck get tight at her soft call. That tightness didn’t ease until she shook her head and muttered, “Never mind.”

With effort, I kept my gaze firmly on the back of her head as she walked away from me. It wasn’t until she turned back when she’d made it to the front door did I realize I’d been fantasizing about hands tangled in all that hair while I drove my cock into her from behind.

Christ. I had a problem.

“When you snap out of your mood let me know and I’ll order us lunch. Unless you’re planning on keeping the bear-with-a-thorn-in-his-ass attitude all day. Then I rescind my offer to share a meal with you.”

Not that I needed more confirmation but there it was. I had serious problems—the latest in the ever-growing list, her attitude turned me right the fuck on.

The kind of attraction that was so irrational, so foolish, so ill-advised that it made my dick throb. There were mistakes, then there was Aria. Giving in to my body’s reaction to her, the allure of her, the temptation would be catastrophic.

Life altering.

World bending.

Soul crushing.

Yet, there I was reconsidering my self-imposed retreat. The only pivoting I wanted to do was pivot her so she faced thedoor with my hard dick pressing against that glorious ass while I worked her up to take me.

“You should get to work, Aria.”

The woman just couldn’t help herself, and to that end she wasn’t helping the throbbing in my pants when her face changed and lit with mischief.

With a raised brow, Aria took us back to the schoolyard when she taunted, “Or what?”

“Aria…” I cautioned by drawling out her name.

“Now you’re growling like a bear.”

“Baby, in about two seconds you’re gonna learn I can in fact eat you better than a bear.”

Her nose crinkled and I braced for more playful banter.

“That sounds… messy.”

She had no idea.Before I was done I’d make a meal out of her and have her excitement running down my chin.

“It will be,” I confirmed.

When her lips twitched up into a smile I was fucked.

But it wasn’t until her brow winged up, all my good intentions went to shit.

“You sure do talk a big game,” she taunted.

It wasn’t her pretty face, or her beautiful eyes, or her tight ass, or her long ass legs…it was the wicked taunt in her gaze and her smart mouth that broke me. The rest was a bonus—the icing I was going to savor as soon as I got her naked.

“We’re doing this?” I inquired with a fair amount of warning interjected.

“Oh, yeah, we’resodoing this.”

Her answer wasn’t surprising, nor was the glimmer in her eyes when her smile turned downright provoking.

“Then get your ass over here, Aria.”

She got her ass across the room and didn’t stop until her tits were pressed against my chest, chin tipped back, eyes lockedwith mine. The sexy grin she sported faded. But only so she could state, “Your move, Sailor.”

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