Page 7 of The Forbidden Note

“You were the only thing I could see.”

“Me or the cheetah print?”

He laughs. It’s a low, booming sound. Like the instrument he plays. “I take it you’re not really an animal print person.”

“Tonight, I’m an animal print person.”

He leans in, his mouth brushing my ear. “And tomorrow?”

He’s flirting.

I usually can’t tell, but I can see it clear as day.

His body is still leaning toward mine, sheltering me. He smells so good. Like leather and spice.

I want it.

I want him.

Is it really okay for me to have him? To have this one thing? To make this one potentially stupid decision?

“Let’s not worry about tomorrow,” I whisper.

“Do you mean that?”

“Yes,” I say breathlessly.

His voice an easy, over-confident purr, he says, “You want to leave with me?”

I blink in shock.

“Careful, tiger.” His voice holds a hint of a warning. “Because the moment I have you alone, I’m not going to take my hands off until every inch of you belongs to me.”

Anticipation zips up my spine.

“I don’t…” I lick my lips. “I don’t usually do this.”

“Do what?”

I gesture between the two of us, heart in my throat even as excitement skitters through me.

“Can I tell you a secret?”

I nod.

He puts his lips against my ear. “I like you.”

“Already?”

“Already.”

“Why?”

He purses his lips. “Your tits.”

I roll my eyes.

He smiles. “I liked you the moment I laid eyes on you. I couldn’t help myself. And I don’t screw women I like, tiger. It’s a personal rule.”

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