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A sadistic snigger came from my left. “Baby girl, if I was being an ass I would make you suck me off on the way home just so I didn’t have to listen to you wap on about-”

My entire body locked with rage. “That isenough,”I yelled.

Raf cursed under his breath and scrubbed a hand over his clipped hair. “Fuck, that was out of line. I’m sorry, Greer. I know this is no excuse, but I’m fucking struggling to process what’s in here when I’m around you.” He tapped his chest. “It’s screwing with me.”

All it took was one sideways glance at him to see how much he agonized over his feelings.

“I like you, Boss Lady. More than I should.”

The soft confession melted me on every level. It was major turning point, because, as forbidden as we were, the rhythm my heart hammered to whenever Rafael was near was undeniably real. The depth of my blossoming feelings was confronting, and they grew stronger every time I saw him.

We were fire, Raf and I. Combustible in every sense of the word. Our arguing proved it, and our chemistry emphasized it. And I knew, justknewthat when the clothes came off, there would be no turning back for me. It would be all or nothing from there, because that was how I was programmed.

The writing was on the wall; I’d fall so hard that I wouldn’t see the ground crumble from under my feet until I found myself tumbling into the place that was impossible to return from.

And yet, here I was, willing andwantingmore.

Rafael’s throat clearing brought me back to within his leather-upholstered Porsche. “Like, I know I shouldn’t expect anything in return, but a little feedback would be nice ‘bout now.”

I let out a hard breath that almost held a laugh. “If I wasn’t so pissed at you, I’d say the feeling was mutual.”

He snorted—which I ignored—and pulled up to the pin-pad at his gate. He rolled his head my way and studied me intently. “How good’s your memory?”

“Impeccable.”

Another cocksure smirk came. “Good. Remember this for when you need it.”

He quickly punched in a six-digit code and stared straight ahead while the wrought-iron gates opened inward. “I’ve had parties here, but never just… never just one woman.”

It was my turn to snort. “Wow, way to make a girl feel special, slick.”

I jumped when his fingers wrapped around my thigh and squeezed in warning.

“Don’t,” he murmured. “Don’t make light of this.”

The sincerity in his gaze made my inhale snag. He offered me a part of him that seemed sacred and not easily found. I held my breath as the car coasted forward, and Raf didn’t look away until I gave a small head-shake.

“I won’t. Not now.”

Satisfied with my answer, his hand lingered on my flesh and heated my skin until he’d parked inside the internal-access garage attached to the house.

With the engine cut, Raf reached for me. His inked fingers wrapped around the back of my neck and drew me close. I welcomed the luxurious graze of his mouth along mine and smiled when the tip of his tongue followed the same seam.

As air grew thick with desire, the aroma of conditioned leather faded until all I could smell was Raf. His scent called to me. Lured me in. Possessed me as potently as my body responded to his. As if he already owned it.

“Welcome to my home, baby girl,” he murmured against my lips.

Chapter 27

-Greer-

Raf waited on the driver’s side of the car as I made my way to him. No chivalry here. He did, however, grab my hand and link our fingers before guiding me through the internal door and into his home. He looked at me with pride as I took in the unexpectedly gorgeous open-plan kitchen and living space.

“Use it like your own, Boss Lady. I’ll be offended if you don’t.”

My jaw dropped as I turned in a slow half-circle. Black kitchen cabinetry with matching kitchen island. Black bar stools lined the massive dark stone countertop, and black and gold pendant lights hung from the ceiling, casting gold shadows onto every surface they kissed. It was entirely masculine, yet stunningly luxurious. As my gaze drew into the living space, the dark hues eased to lighter shades of gray with gold-toned statement pieces adding pops of color.

“Wow,” I breathed out.

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