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The poor maître d started sputtering, and that told me that he knew who Ross was, too. “Sir, is there an issue? Something wrong with the meals or-”

Ross stood to his full height and that made him tower over the poor man. “The problem is that I was enjoying a nice, romantic-“ I cringed at the word romantic because I wasn’t acting romantic in the least. “-dinner with my girlfriend when your server, Emmaline, thought it would be appropriate to hit on me right in front of my girl.”

The maître d gasped. “Oh, sir, I’m so sorry-”

“We don’t need you to be sorry,” Ross snapped. “We just need to leave.” Ross grabbed my elbow, then led me out of the restaurant, leaving a flustered maître d behind.

Once we made it outside, I couldn’t help myself. “You know, you have a reputation for being patient and composed,” I remarked. “I haven’t seen much of that lately.”

“That’s because of you,” he growled. “You’re making me crazy.”

I took offense.

“Me?” I squawked. “What in the hell have I done?”

Ross handed the valet his ticket before looking down at me. “You’re leaving me no choice but to force a second chance out of you,” he said. “I’d rather you gave me one because youwantedto.”

“And I’d rather you not be an asshole,” I scoffed. “Yet here we are.”

The valet pulled up, and I thought that rather fast. However, the restaurant was already aware that Ross Carmichael was less than thrilled with them, so they might be trying to do the most to make it up to him.

Ross opened the passenger door for me, then helped me in before making his way to the driver’s side of the car. Soon, we were on our way and headed back towards Serenity Springs. However, we weren’t even a few miles out of town before Ross pulled over onto the side of the road. With the kind of car he drove, there was no way that something was wrong with the vehicle.

“What are you doing?”

Ross reached down, then slid his seat back as far as it could go. “Get over here,” he commanded.

“What?” While it was dark, and we were parked close to some half-ass dirt road, we were still visible to the flowing traffic if they were inclined to pay attention.

“I said, get the fuck over here,” he snapped.

My mind was telling me this was a bad idea, but my vagina was telling me it was the best idea we’ve ever heard.

I went with the advice of my vagina.

Lifting the fabric of my dress, I climbed over the stick shift in between the seats. I straddled him, and I cursed how good it felt to have him nestled so comfortably beneath me.

“Now what?” I asked as his hands came to rest on my hips and his dick began hardening between my spread legs.

“Mark me,” he said.

My eyes rounded. “What?”

“Mark me,” he repeated. “When the day comes that you finally trust me, you won’t have to anymore. However, until then, mark me and show all these rude bitches who I belong to.”

Holy. Shit.

Chapter 15

Ross~

Her eyes were wide with shock, but her pussy was pressing down on my hard dick, so any protests were going to fall on deaf ears.

Sutton wanted me.

She wanted me, and I was going to manipulate that want to my advantage. It was a bastard thing to do, but I was desperate. I felt like I was losing my goddamn mind, and Sutton was showing no mercy, though I didn’t blame her. Sutton wasn’t weak. Women just weren’t made that way. Sure, there were plenty of them who appeared weak, but God help any man when a woman tapped into that inner strength that they all possessed.

“I’m not going to mark you, Ross,” Sutton replied. “It’s…what does that prove?”

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