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Jack caged me against the wall, one forearm braced above my head as he invaded my space. The clean scent of his skin—fresh soap and pure male—made my head spin. He nuzzled against my temple, his slow inhale setting off tremors beneath my skin.

“Love your hair, Sutton.” His low rumble scraped deliciously against my senses. “Smells fucking perfect. Everything about you...”

A shudder rippled through me, my body sparking to life with his voice. He stepped in, and whatever thread I’d been clinging to gave way. I reached for him, arms around his neck, drawn to the solid weight of him like he was the only steady thing left in my world.

I rose onto my toes and let my lips brush the corner of his mouth. “Kiss me, Jack.”

The words lingered in the space between us.

A plea.

A surrender.

The start of something that could either hold me together—or break me wide open.

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Icouldnomoredeny her demand than hold back a freight train. A growl tore from my throat, primal and raw. I curled my hand along the side of her neck and pressed my thumb to the curve of her jaw. One swift move and I had her away from the wall, my hand at her back crushing her chest to mine as I claimed her mouth.

No more fighting this. No more pretending she didn’t light up every damn nerve ending in my body.

The taste of her ripped through me like a shot of pure adrenaline—sweet and intoxicating with a hint of spice. That spice gave away the real Lily hiding behind Ms. Hollywood’s perfect facade. I deepened the kiss, craving more.

My hand settled on the flare of her hip, holding her close. Seventeen years of discipline meant jackshit with Lily Sutton in my arms. My dick had its own agenda where she was concerned, had since the first time she’d nailed me with her brilliant eyes and sharp tongue eight months ago.

I slanted my mouth over hers, my tongue gliding across her lips until she opened for me. When I sucked that plump lower lip between my teeth, she shivered. The involuntary reaction shot straight to my groin.

Mine.

The possessive thought blindsided me.

Too fucking long I’d denied wanting her with every pulse in my veins. Pretended I didn’t get hard every time she prowled the facility with that determined stride and her damn four-inch heels on already long, long legs.

I hauled her up until her feet left the ground, palming her sweet ass as she wrapped those legs around my waist. Her fingers tunneled into my hair, her grip just the good side of stinging. Perfection. She returned my kiss lick for lick. Took everything I gave and demanded more.

The need to consume her blazed through my blood. I wanted to own every inch of skin, memorize every gasped breath, learn every secret she kept behind her take-no-bullshit persona. The intensity of that want staggered me.

I broke the kiss, dragging in air that still tasted like her. My hand gentled in her hair as I traced the delicate line of her throat. So soft. So damn vulnerable.

When her eyes met mine, the naked trust in them sucker punched me. Her pupils were blown wide, a thin ring of pretty blue around the dark center. But beneath the desire I saw something else—something that mirrored the unfamiliar ache in my chest.

The caveman part of my brain screamed to take, to claim, to make her mine in the most primitive way possible. She’d let me too. The realization sent another rush of heat south.

But tomorrow...fuck. Since when did I think about tomorrow with a woman? Quick release with someone who knew the score—that had been my standard operating procedure for years. Uncomplicated. No distractions from my game.

So why did the thought of Lily beinguncomplicatedmake me want to put my fist through the wall?

I skimmed my thumb over her lips, swollen from my kiss. The tip of her tongue darted out to flick against my thumb, and a half-smile kicked up the corner of her mouth.

Every facet Lily Sutton revealed—from impeccable professional to vulnerable woman to tonight’s seductive siren—fanned the fire inside me. I’d known it would happen. Lily Sutton was worth the effort. Her package alone—the image she presented day in and day out forUnleashed, a woman who could command any room—already tempted me. And I wanted more than a quick fuck. I wanted tomorrow with her. Fuck, I wantedher.

These last few days? Getting a glimpse inside her head? Forget it. I was done pretending.

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