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His rumbled sound of warning vibrated on her flesh, but she paid it no heed.

“Thomas. Tomcat, please.”

He roared against her skin, his grip tightening as he set a punishing rhythm. Hard and fast as a cat, no holding back.

“Yes!” Her back arched as though she’d been touched by a live wire. Shocks of ecstasy shuddered through her body as the cooling water sluiced down her cheeks.

Her sex clenched around his erection, gripping him so tightly he gasped, lifting his mouth from her mark. “Fuck, Margo. I’m coming, baby.”

Another orgasm followed the first, her body reacting to his thickening cock inside her. He came with a shout that echoed off her bathroom walls, hips still pumping, as though he couldn’t stop. As though he never wanted to.

The water was ice cold before either of them came to their senses. Margo shivered in his arms as he covered her shoulders with a nearby towel, carrying her into the bedroom without allowing their bodies to separate.

“Your clothes are soaked, Thomas.”

He chuckled. “A problem easy to remedy.” He finally set her down on wobbly feet, one shoe missing, so she could remove the tatters of her pants and dry herself off.

She watched him strip, tossing his wet clothes into her bathroom. He was so beautiful. She knew she was going to be spending a lot of time defending her territory. Thomas Lyons was hers, and no matter what he did in the past, she wasn’t planning on sharing him with anyone.

Not even another man?

Little voice, you’re a perv.

Well, you’re thinking it.

She brought him a fresh towel and rubbed his lean, perfect body. His cock jerked, growing again before her interested gaze. She bit her lip. “I suppose you’re going to be one of those arrogant Brat Pack kind of stars, aren’t you? The kind that drive directors crazy and have women throwing panties at you in restaurants.”

Thomas slid his hands into her wet hair. “What about you? I’ll be fending off every man with a pulse. Everyone will want to get close to the woman who plays my love interest, the woman who writes the music for the film.”

“What? No way. I’m not going to be in the movie. I can’t act. And I haven’t written mus—”

Thomas lifted her up and tossed her on the bed, his smile wide and sensual. “Who said anything about acting?”

“So you want us to have another showmance?”

He straddled her hips, holding her arms above her head. “This was never a showmance, Margo. This was always forever.”

His expression was so earnest, so adoring, she forgot why she’d started to argue with him in the first place. They could sort it all out later. For now, the fact that he was here, that he loved her, was all she wanted to know. She couldn’t resist. She bit his chin and growled, startling him. “You’re playing with fire again, baby.”

She smiled against his skin. “Here kitty, kitty. Come and play with me.”


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