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“Don’t call me that either.” I flick my arm out, pointing toward the door. “Now get out.”

“That’s not very neighborly of you.” He picks up the container and shakes it, seemingly unfazed by our kiss. He probably goes around kissing everyone like that. My mood spirals to a dark place thinking of Finn kissing other women. “How about some sugar?” He winks at me.Cocky much.

I growl. Literally, growl. My anger doesn’t seem to faze him. In fact, it seems to spur him on. I draw in a deep breath and paste on a fake saccharine smile. “Sure.” I hold out my hand for the container, then make my way into my pantry, ensuring I keep the smile plastered to my lips. Dragging out the heavy tub of sugar, I pop the lid and fill his damn container, screw on the lid, seal my tub of sugar, and slide it away. I turn to leave and bump into a hard body, stopping me short. “Damn it.”

Finn brings his hands up to my hips to prevent me from losing my balance and once again, our lips are within kissing distance.

Donotkiss him. Don’t even look at his lips.

My eyes drop to his lips without permission, and the asshole drags his tongue across the bottom pillow seductively. He steps forward and I step back. He does it again, and when I step back, I’m trapped against the storage shelf—the hard metal digging into my spine. The heat from his body seeps through his clothes and mine, scorching me as he raises one hand to rest against the shelf above my head. He looms over me and I need to tip my head back to maintain eye contact. The small space is charged with anticipation; the air thick with lust and tingles erupt through my body. I’m working hard to fill my lungs with oxygen, but it’s a struggle as I try to block out his scent. He leans closer and his warm breath ghosts across my lips. Tilting his head to the side, he presses his lips to mine, gently at first, as if he’s testing the water.

Ishouldpush him away. Ishouldtell him to stop.

I shouldn’t be opening my mouth and sliding my tongue across his lips, inviting him to deepen the kiss. His hand tightens on my hip almost to the point of pain, and he delves into my mouth, giving and taking, pillaging and building a desire so strong I’m ready to climb him like a tree. I fear my heart is trying to break out of my chest with how hard it’s beating

CHAPTER8

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I knewthat fire inside her would taste incredible. I just had no ideahowincredible or how instantly addictive I’d find her. The desire to consume her becomes my sole reason for living, and I press into her to deepen the kiss, swallowing her soft moans. Dragging my hand up from her hip, I trace the dip of her waist until I come to her pert breast and cup it.

Harry rips her mouth from mine and, with a look of confusion, pushes me away. The action is so sudden; it catches me off guard and I stumble slightly. It could also be because all the blood is currently filling my cock, and I’m light-headed. Her wide eyes flick around the pantry as if she’s trying to work out where she is. One side of my mouth tips up with satisfaction that my kiss has her so discombobulated. “I’m gonna need to do that again, Firecracker.”

Her eyes land on me and narrow as she pushes away from the shelf I had her pressed against. “Don’t do that again.” She shoves my container filled with sugar into my chest—hard. “Take your damn sugar and get out.” Her arm flies out to the side, and she points toward the exit. “Go.”

With my heart hammering, sending my heated blood racing through my veins, and my head spinning, I step back and hold the container of sugar over my head. “I’ll be back, Firecracker.” I spin on my heel to leave before she shoots me with those sparks lighting her eyes. So fucking beautiful.

As I pass Nix’s van, he steps from behind it. “So, uh, Ms. Dubois wanted me to pass on her appreciation to the philanthropist paying for the lights.” He waves his hand around. “But I’m assuming she’s … uh … already thanked you?”

I glance around to ensure Harry’s not close by. “Nah. She wasn’t thanking me for anything, and she doesn’t know this was me, and I’d like to keep it that way.”

Nix nods. “Sure. Anyway, she’s grateful for the lights.”

“Great. Remember to send me the invoice.”

I head back to the bar, knowing I’m going to make it my mission to have my lips on Harry’s as much as humanly possible.

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I push the door open with my foot. “Hey, Matthew.”

“Finn.” He steps forward to take the box of food from my arms. “Thanks for this. I really appreciate that you feed us every day. It’s the only decent meal we get.”

Matthew was rummaging through my trash cans for food when I first met him. I dragged him out by the scruff of his shirt and demanded he tell me why he needed to scrounge for food. I almost cried like a baby when he told me about his mom and family at home. We struck up a deal, and he’s been coming by ever since. He’s a good kid trying to do the right thing for his family.

“No problem. How’s your mom doing?”

“She’s really sick and she can’t keep any food down.” He glances down at the pavement between us and when his eyes find mine again, they’re glassy. “The chemo’s kicking her ass.”

My heart sinks and I reach forward to squeeze his shoulder. “I wish you’d take the money I’ve offered.”

He shakes his head. “Nah, man. I can’t take your money. I feel bad enough about taking food from you every day. Youcouldgive me that job I’ve been asking for. That would help us out.”

I tuck my hands in my pockets and drop my head. “You know I can’t do that, Matthew. I’m sorry. Our employment policy is twenty-one. It’s too risky otherwise. Once you’re twenty-one, I’ll happily give you a job, man.”

“That’s three years away. I can’t wait that long. I won’t leave the kitchen. Chain me to the sink if you have to. I promise I won’t drink any alcohol.” His eyes are full of honesty. “I’ve been asking around for work, but no one will hire me.” He shrugs and I look at his clothes, then at his unkempt hair. This kid needs a break and if I can help him somehow, then that’s what I’ll do.

“I’m sorry, man. If I could, I would. People can be judgmental assholes. What if I gave you some money for some clothes and a haircut or something? It might help.”

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