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Curiosity getting a hold of me once again, I run after him and catch up just in time to see him pulling out an axe from the in-case-of-fire station.

Shit.Have I annoyed him to the point of murder?

But no.Pretending I don’t exist, he speed-walks back to the main entrance and smashes the axe into the door.

Which does nothing.I mean, there’s a scratch on the door, but it doesn’t yield.

He whacks it again.

Sexy lumberjack vibes galore, but still nothing.

Again.

And again.

“Hey,” I say with a wince after he whacks it extra hard.“All you’re doing is giving me a headache.”And making me far too wet again.

He drops the axe with a loud clang and spins around to face me, his nostrils flaring.“You don’t need to be here.”

“Oh, really?”I take a step toward him and jut out my chin.“The only reason I’m here is because of the stupid prank you and your team of assholes have pulled.”

He narrows his jet-black eyes.“I had nothing to do with the fucking prank.”

“Is that so?”I imbue the question with enough sarcasm to kill an extremely sturdy horse.“Did I pushmyselfinto that pool?”

“I told you that was a fucking misunderstanding.”

“Yeah, sure.Whatever.”And then I can’t resist adding, “Bearman.”

The sound that escapes his throat is the closest thing to a growl I’ve ever heard a human make.For some reason, though, I’m not scared.If anything, I’m even more furious that he doesn’t appear inclined to move or actually say anything in response.Like I’m not important, even when I taunt him.

Recklessly, I take another step toward him and give his ridiculously hard chest a shove—which doesn’t make him budge one bit, a fact that only infuriates me further.I rise up on my tiptoes and lean in to say right to his face, “Did you hear me?Or have you gone into hibernation?”

His eyes darken further, and another low, furious growl escapes his throat.And I have no idea why this makes me so fucking wet, but it does, and suddenly, instead of shoving him again, I find my hands gripping his face, hard, as I smash my lips against his.

Because I’m so fucking angry.Not for any other reason, I swear.

He must be just as angry because he kisses me back.Fiercely.Punishingly.His arms encircle me in a bear hug, and then we’re full-on battling it out with our tongues.

And oh, my god… I may just come.

Chapter4

Michael

Fuuuuuuck.

She is kissing me.

And I’m kissing her back.

Everything fades away.I forget the predicament we’re in.I forget how I got here, or where I need to be.This kiss becomes everything, though in some distant periphery of my mind, I’m aware of noises and then of flashes of light.

Fucking fuck.Is it possible to get so hard that you induce a seizure?Is that what the lights in my vision are about?

All I know is that this shouldn’t be happening, but it is amazing.She’s perfectly soft and tastes like cotton candy.Her delicate feminine scent is maddening and hard to pinpoint—but there are definitely notes of something delicious in there, like roasted cashews dipped in honey.

After a particularly bright flash of light, she pulls away and stares at the doors behind me.

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