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He nodded. “It was real. I couldn’t keep my eyes off you.”

My breathing sped up. “But why me?”

“You’re sexy as fuck, but there’s something about you that just… god, I don’t know. I just felt a connection. I thought maybe you felt it, too. But then you left.”

A giddy laugh burbled up from my chest, and I clapped my hand over my mouth to keep it inside.

It came out as a snort.

Gent lifted an eyebrow.

“I’m sorry. I just. This can’t be real.” I looked around. “Are there hidden cameras here?”

He sighed and pulled his hand out of my grip before dropping his head in both hands and groaning. “Does this happen to other people? No? Just me?”

I reached out and moved his hands away so I could tip his chin up with a finger. “Do you proposition your fans very often?” Because I was very clear that’s what this was. Sex. Nothing more. And I was absolutely fine with that. More than fine. The chance to get naked with this gorgeous man wasn’t something I would ever, ever pass up.

The way he looked at me… it was like someone had just shot me through with espresso and cotton candy at once. I was left energized but jumpy as hell.

“Never before. And now I’m beginning to see why. It feels like riding on a very rickety roller coaster.”

“What happened when you got outside?” The nervous giggle percolated in my gut again, but I swallowed it down.

He reached out for my hand again and pulled it close until he could cradle it in the center of his chest. “You were gone.”

Everything finally clicked into place, and my jaw dropped open.

“So you punched a wall?”

His eyes never moved from mine. “So I punched a wall.”

5

Gent

He should have run away. Honestly, it’s what anyone should do when they find out a potential sex partner has violent tendencies.

But Winter did the opposite.

That sexy man slunk across the space between us until he was straddling my lap. “Tell me I’m crossing the line,” he said carefully.

“Please cross the line.”

He leaned in to inhale against the side of my neck. It was the single most erotic moment in my memory. My dick instantly thickened.

“Tell me I’m being unprofessional,” he said before sticking the tip of his tongue out and tasting my skin.

“Oh god.” I brought my hands up, sliding them under the fleece top to yank at the shirt below. When I finally got my hands on his bare skin, I let out a breath. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything this badly.”

He kissed a line up under my jaw until I moved to take his mouth in mine. Now I was the one who felt like crying. Kissing Winter Waites was like watching one of those time-lapse videos of a crocus flower blooming after being buried in deep snow. Anticipation, breathless enchantment, sweet satisfaction.

His hands came up to clasp my face and hold me right where he wanted me. We kissed forever, slowly and with excruciating tenderness and then faster, hotter, as if we wanted to eat each other’s faces off. My hands had moved down to clutch his ass and hold him tightly against me, and our dicks thrust desperately against each other through chafing blue jeans.

“Winter, fuck,” I said, with a gasp, leaning back to take in great pulls of air. “Let me take you to bed. Please.”

I wasn’t used to begging. In fact, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been the one even asking. Usually I was approached and pursued, but god. I wanted this gorgeous man so badly I could hardly see straight.

His hair stuck out in all directions from where I’d had my hands in it. His eyes were glazed and dizzy-bright. Deep pink slashes washed his cheeks, and his lips were shiny from my kisses.

I groaned before biting back more desperate entreaties.

He moved off my lap and stood up which put his erection in front of my face. I reached for his hips and pressed my face into the crevice between his bulge and his inner thigh. I wanted to strip his clothes off and inhale him in this exact spot, reach my tongue out to taste him there before taking my time sucking his dick and making him crazy with need.

Winter’s hands came down into my hair and yanked. “If you do that, we’ll never make it to the bedroom.”

His words sent a shiver of relief through me. I stood up and grabbed him up in a big hug. “Thank fuck,” I murmured into his neck. “I can’t believe you’re really here. I’m never going to want to let you go.”

I pulled back and reached for his hand, noticing right away it was shaking. “Hey. You okay? I don’t want to rush you or pressure you at all.”


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