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It was time to get back to the fun stuff.

“So now that we have that out of the way, aren’t your arms getting tired, big guy? Don’t you want to put me down somewhere, like…on your bed?” She batted her eyelashes up at him.

Billboard snorted. “Seriously, O’Shea? Worst segue in history,” he grumbled.

“Yeah,” O’Shea agreed. “I’ll give you that. But it’s a hopeful one, right? Andyoucan make it happen.”

“Promise you won’t end up hating me?”

O’Shea found herself loving this vulnerable side of Billboard, and laughed, knowing there was a simple direction in which she could steer things that would take him out of his head.

“That depends,” she taunted.

“On?” His top lip quirked up at her tone, and he fell right into her trap.

“On whether or not you know where to find my clit.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Billboard’s explosive laugh surprised them both, and the delight on O’Shea’s face practically begged him to make the next move.

Without a second of hesitation, he lowered his head and kissed her.

Reallykissed her.

This was no exploratory foray. This was possession, pure and simple, and if O’Shea couldn’t see that, she soon would. In which case she’d either balk at it, or give back as good as she got.

Billboard, for his part, was determined to have O’Shea’s entire body singing by the time he was finished, and once his woman was spaghetti in his arms, he’d remind her again of the singularly possessive mindset he’d developed where she was concerned. Then she could make up her mind if she could put up with his proprietorial bullshit, or leave his ass.

He moved his lips in perfect synch with hers, his cock swelling.

Did his greediness for her include lust?

Absolutely.

Did it involve love?

The jury was out. Billboard had never entertained that emotion with anyone other than his family, but if the all-consuming need he felt for O’Shea was any indicator, he was moving swiftly toward that type of fervency with her, and for the first time, it didn’t scare him. If O’Shea could accept him…

No.Now wasn’t the time to analyze how things would unfurl. Now was the time to rock both their worlds; confirming that the actuality of their coming together would stand up to his fantasies and the ones O’Shea had assured him she’d had.

“Mmm,” she moaned into his mouth as he devoured every swipe of her tongue. He still held her aloft with one arm under her ass, while the other palmed the back of her head and took what she offered.

Billboard wasn’t quite sure how he managed, but somehow, during the kiss of his life, he got his feet moving toward his bedroom.

O’Shea was already greedily wrenching his T upward, their mouths separating while she ripped it over his head.

“Gorgeous,” she hissed, leaning back to admire his chest and his ink.

Billboard felt his pecs swell. He’d never been so glad that he worked hard to maintain his physique. The appreciation in O’Shea’s eyes was worth every hour he spent at the gym and on the mats.

“Are you going to do me?” she asked breathlessly, dragging his fingers to the hem of her shirt.

“Oh, I’m going to do you, alright,” he replied gruffly. “And I’m not just talking about tearing the shirt off you.”

She threw her head back and laughed, something that Billboard couldn’t remember happening before with any woman during the ramp-up to sex. He took a moment to appreciate it, then leaned down to taste the long column of her neck, sucking in her tender skin, causing her to shiver.

“Up,” she managed to strangle out.

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