Page 34 of Bossy Trouble

“Yes,” I told him. “I did. And for a little bit, I thought he felt the same way. He certainly pretended like it at times, and so I let him in. But he turned out to be just like every other asshole out there, and the second he found a prettier girl, he cheated on me, and then he left me.”

“Fucking asshole.” I was surprised by the animosity in his tone. “It’s a good thing he’s gone. You deserve better.’

Yes, you bastard. I do.

I sighed. “Anyway, as fun as this has been, we both have an early start tomorrow, so if you don’t mind….” I glanced pointedly at the door, but Donovan did not make even a single move to leave.

“You’ll come in at 7:30 tomorrow,” he said, stunning me.

“Really?”

“Yes.” He brushed his hand over the back of his neck like he was uncomfortable. “We can negotiate the time thing later.”

“Oh.” I didn’t know what to say to that. “Okay, well, thank you.”

He watched me from under his lids, not saying anything for the longest time. Then he stepped closer. “You should have told me about her, Georgia.”

“Why?” I shot back, unable to keep the animosity from my voice. “Would it have made a difference?”

“Maybe.” His hand reached out and touched my cheek, and my wayward body responded. Damn.Why the fuck did he still have this effect on me?I should despise him, and a part of me did. Butafter everything, why could I still not help responding to him? Why did he have this power over me?

I tried to fight it. I crossed my hand over my chest. “You should leave, Donovan.”

Once again, he ignored me, still running his thumb over my cheek.

I didn’t move, holding myself still, refusing to allow myself the chance to feel anything. I wouldn’t give in to him this time. I couldn’t, not for my pride or my child.

But something told me that I was fighting a losing battle.

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DONOVAN

Istared down at Georgia’s wide eyes, feeling a strange sensation running through me.

I couldn’t identify it. I didn’t think I had ever felt like this before.

Georgia had a child.

A daughter.

I wasn’t sure how I felt about that either.

But right now, as I caressed her cheek, my mind cleared of every thought that wasn’t kissing her.

She held herself still as I leaned down, her only protest being pulling her lips tight. I felt the slight trembling in her body and knew that she wanted to resist me as hard as she could. She wanted to resist this. But I wouldn’t let her. If I was stuck with this gnawing need, if I was becoming a slave to this, then I wanted her to be stuck in it with me too.

I avoided her mouth to start with, skimming my mouth against the side of her neck. I licked her skin, finding it salty and sweet at the same time. Her pulse jumped, but she didn’t make a sound when I did. She didn’t say anything when I wrapped my hand around her waist to pull her closer.

She wasn’t rejecting me, but she wasn’t accepting me either.

I should stop.

Need beat at the back of my brain, along with the overwhelming urge to possess.

And then it hit me.Yes.That was the feeling that was tormenting me earlier.

I wanted to make her mine.

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