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And then he was moving towards me with a hungry, predatory gleam in his eyes.

I couldn’t breathe, the knowledge of what he was going to do to me made it hard to see straight. He was so fucking dangerous.

Those hands…

That face…

That body…

I was burning the hell up.

And when he looked at me like that?

Like he wanted to eat me up?

I was down for whatever he wanted from me.

Stopping in front of my chair, he leaned down and placed a hand on either side of me.

Without a word, he leaned in and pressed one chaste kiss to my bottom lip.

Pulling back, he stared into my eyes. "You want something from me, HC?"

Yeah, I wanted something from him.

"Everything," I whispered.

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Lucky

With a heart full of hope, and a brain racing with doubt, I brought her home with me.

All evening, I waited for it to happen; for the sudden change of heart to occur.

The change of heart that always happened to her when she allowed her conscience to rule her heart.

It didn’t.

Confused and desperate to keep her with me, I fucked her until she slipped into a semi-coma, needing to show her what I had to offer.

I needed her to see how much better I was for her.

How much better I could protect her.

How I could and was more than willing to give her whatever the hell she wanted.

I was fairly sure I'd broken my own dick in the process, because I couldn’t calm the fuck down.

She was sleeping in my bed again.

And I was hard as rock watching her.

I didn’t dare close my eyes, though.

If Hope Carter decided she was leaving me again, I planned on fucking the notion right out of her pretty little head.

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