Page 10 of Forbidden Intent

“Please, let me get it.”

“Why?”

“It’s the gentlemanly thing to do.”

“And you’re a gentleman?”She looks skeptical, and considering the dirty thoughts I’ve had about her that are veryungentlemanly, maybe she should be.

I take a step closer to her until our bodies barely touch—to tempt myself or her, I can’t be sure—and am rewarded with the barely noticeable sharp inhale of breath.

“I want to be one right now.”

“Okay,” she concedes, her voice soft.She takes a step back from the machine, putting distance between us, but her eyes watch my every movement.

“Which one do you want?”

“The honey-roasted peanuts.”

“I thought you said you liked salty.”

“Sometimes I like a bit of both,” she says, her eyes still watching me and making me feel warm all over.

“Same,” I say, not talking about snacks at all.I’ve got something else on my mind instead—strapping her down and working her up until she’s a sweaty mess on my bed and then licking her from head to toe.I bet she’d be the perfect combo of sweet and salty.

She shifts from foot to foot and drops her gaze, and I can tell I’m dangerously close to crossing a line, so I get her snack and hand it to her.

Our fingers touch when she grabs it, and her gaze shoots up to meet mine.

“Thank you,” she whispers.

“My pleasure,” I say, not breaking eye contact.

She spins around and walks out of there, her pace quick like she’s trying to get away but doesn’t want tolooklike she’s trying to get away.And despite her quick departure, I’m hooked.

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