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Too easy. Way too easy.

“Listen.” I twisted in his arms to put my hand on Connor’s chest. “I promise to pick a fight with you when you get off shift so we can have incredibly hot make-up sex in a bed. Deal?”

He smirked, and wow—that shot him up from ridiculously attractive tophenomenallyattractive. “Why do I get the feeling any sex with you will blow both our minds?”

“Have you seen me?” I teased. “The universe must really love you, seriously. As hot as I am, I’m a hundred times that as a lover.”

But instead of giving in to my compromise, Connor flipped me the rest of the way to face him, still keeping his arms tight around me, my body pressed to his. His mouth descended, pressing against mine, covering it, and I lost myself. He filled me with his warmth soul deep. My heart rate sped up, my breathing intensified, and Imoaned. Like that deep, guttural,well on my way to the big Okind of moan. I had to give the man credit. He could kiss. Next-level lip-locking technique.

“Connor,” I whispered against his lips. He sifted his fingers through my hair. Keeping his eyes closed, he pressed his forehead to mine, breathing heavily himself.

“I can’t take this anymore. Simone, you’re in my bed tonight.”

“No,” I replied, too caught up in all that was Connor to register his reaction.

“Why?”

Why? Too easy. “You have no food at your place.”

“My fridge and pantry are full, baby.” He snickered.

“With oatmeal and protein bars. I didn’t see one bag of potato chips.” I pushed up to kiss him again. “Or one pint of ice cream. I need sustenance, Connor. Feed me and I will rock your world.”

“We’re stopping at the store.” Then he set me back from him. “But not until I’m off the clock.” He sighed, gritting his teeth, and we both dipped our heads to take in the tent he sported in his jeans.

“Sure you don’t want a closet?” I asked.

“Fuck it—I want the closet,” he said and he started for Luc’s office, grabbing my hand, dragging me along with him. “You’re not watching,” he warned Luc. “Iwillrip your throat out.”

And I realized just how real things had gotten once we were in Luc’s office and Connor had locked the door. He pushed me up against it, taking my lips in a hard, punishing kiss. It lit me upinside and I returned it just as hard, just as punishing, letting my hands roam.

He growled.

Chapter

Seven

Connor dropped his hands from my back to grab a hold of my butt, hefting me up until I was able to wrap my legs around his waist, locking my ankles to keep myself from slipping—not that the man would’ve let me. Hard to ravage my lips without access to them. It appeared that death hounds liked it rough. I had no idea that I liked it rough until this moment, when he moved me from the door, tossing me on the black leather sofa that Luc had in the corner of his office. I bounced only once because he threw himself on top of me.

One thing could be said for the man: He moved with precise quickness when the situation called for it. Say, like when you were about to bed your mate for the first time andreallywanted to get her naked to commence that bedding.

And not to say that I had a world of experience in the bedroom—again, I hadn’t been a virgin when I met Jeffery, but I’d hardly been open all night for business. Still, judging by the handful of lovers I’d taken to my bed once upon a time, I could say with authority that Connor told the truth about his assets. No exaggerating here—so not exaggerating.Thank you universe!

A little bout of panic hit me as I wondered how he was going to make it fit. The fear quickly abated, however, when he dropped his lipsthere. The magic spot. And the best part was you didn’t need to be a super to take advantage of that little nub of sorcery. Just a willing partner with a willingness to learn. I was partial to the swish and flick—but that was just me.

I widened my legs to show that I welcomed him having his wicked way with me inallthe wicked ways he planned to be wicked.

Maybe because of this whole being Connor’s other half thing, I didn’t know, but… I’d had great sex, phenomenal sex with Jeffery, the kind that would’ve kept me happy for the rest of my life. Yet the moment Connor slid inside me, I knew no other man would ever satisfy me again—there could never be another man. Other men no longer existed in my world.

Though that was as much as I thought about it becauserough.

Gloriously so.

I wouldn’t have been surprised if they heard us on the international space station.

Connor’s intensity—whoa!I warred between never wanting it to end and needing it to because I couldn’t take a minute more.

Thankfully, our tsunami wave crested, wiping out the entire coastline of my body in the process, and I floated on the calm sea that was Connor holding me, nuzzling my neck with the tip of his nose while pressing tiny kisses to my jaw.

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