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Within seconds, I’m walking towards him, drawing near like a moth to a flame. He catches my waist before I can fully get there, pulling me until I’m flush against his broad chest. His eyes rake over me.  

I open my mouth to speak. A weak "Hi" is all I can manage.  

He smirks, his eyes twinkling. "Hey baby," he says, tightening his grip on my waist. 

I step back, moving away from him and back through my doorway. He follows me, locking the door on his way in.  

"What are you doing here?" I ask, standing in front of the marble island in the middle of my kitchen. 

He begins casually taking off his coat. "I wanted to see you," he says, “So I'm here.” 

The cockiness in his voice, coupled with the way he’s standing in my kitchen, infuriates me.

"I’m not sure I want to see you," I say, feigning chilly indifference. 

He walks around to me, closing the distance between us. There is a tenderness in his face. It stirs an arousal in me I can’t deny. 

“Tell me what you saw in me that first night," I say. I need to be reminded.

…

"I saw you. Radiant, kind, innocent. You’re not an angel. But...definitely somewhere close,” he says. 

He reaches for my neck, his grip soft, tauntingly so. It’s like he knows he can have me, that I’m his to take and do whatever he wants with. But instead, he teases me, challenges me, and gives me a choice to deny my own desires. 

I moan, unable to resist his grip. His voice low, his breath against my ear lighting a fire within me. 

“I thought you didn’t want me here,” he whispers, hands traveling down my body until he reaches the curve of my ass.  

He cups me with both hands, gently squeezing. He releases me only to bring both hands down hard, an audible slap that I know will leave me red. I whimper into the crook of his neck, pushing my ass back against his hands. 

“Tell me what you want.”  

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