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He pulled back from the kiss, leaving her panting against him as he kissed her neck, smiling when she shivered before he moved his mouth next to her ear.

“You might have dressed like this forhim, but don’t forget that it wasmyname that you moaned when you came.”

CHAPTER13

Marty glared at him as she angrily fixed her skirt. He’d just given her the most erotic experience of her life only to ruin it when it was over.

Holding her glare, Tristan slowly brought the fingers that he’d just used to pleasure her to his mouth and sucked them clean, groaning loudly as he did it.

“You’re an asshole!”

He smiled charmingly up at her from his lazy position in his chair. “Yes, but an asshole that you want.”

She crossed her arms defiantly over her chest. “It was a moment of weakness, nothing more.”

Tristan scoffed. “That moment of weakness damn near broke my fingers off.”

Heat burned her cheeks as she thought about what just happened. She was never going to live this down and, judging by the expression on his face, he had no intentions of ever letting her forget.

“Asshole,” Marty muttered.

He sighed as he got more comfortable. “That’s really getting old, baby.”

“Don’t call me that!”

He shrugged it off. “So, what am I ordering out for tonight? Chinese, pizza, or subs?”

“Ordering out for what?” Marty asked, wondering what the hell he was talking about.

“If we’re going to spend all night in my bed, then, I’m going to need to feed you,” Tristan said, shrugging it off like he didn’t just say something to piss her off even more.

Startled, her mouth dropped open. “You really are an arrogant asshole, aren’t you?”

“Only when it comes to you,” Tristan said, shooting her a wink.

“This,” Marty said, gesturing wildly between them, “was a mistake. A momentary lapse of judgment. Nothing more. I have a date tonight with a really nice guy and I intend to forget this ever happened!”

Tristan rubbed the back of his neck, looking bored as he ignored everything she just said. “Should I just order something or do you want me to wait until you come over?”

She laughed.

She really couldn’t help it. The man was beyond conceited. “What makes you think that I’m coming over to your house tonight? I just told you that I have a date.”

“What time is this date of yours supposed to pick you up?” Tristan asked, sighing heavily as he looked at the clock.

“Why?” Marty asked, narrowing her eyes on him. “Are you planning on waiting around for him?”

“I’m heading home now, but I just wanted to have a rough idea of what time I should expect you,” Tristan said as he grabbed the files and placed them in his briefcase before he stood up.

“I told you,” Marty said as she reached up and began rubbing her temples, hoping that it would be enough to fight off the headache that she knew was coming, “I’m going out with Roger tonight. He’ll be here in an hour to pick me up.”

“So, I’ll see you around, what…six?” Tristan murmured absently as he shut down his computer.

“It’s never going to happen,” Marty said, dropping her hands away.

Tristan smiled knowingly at her. “You’ll be there and as far as your date is concerned, I can guarantee you right now that isn’t going to happen tonight,” he promised her.

“What are you planning on doing?” Marty demanded, narrowing her eyes on the devious bastard.

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