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I placed one trembling hand in his and let Marcus gently draw me out. I had a fleeting glimpse of paparazzi behind him as I got to my feet. But then Marcus stepped into my line of vision and he was once again everything all I could see.

“Ciao, bambina.” A wicked little gleam in his dark eyes accompanied the softly spoken words, and I suddenly had a premonition.

Oh no. Oh crap. He was planning to do something again—-

He lowered his head, and I automatically turned my cheek towards him even as my toes curled hard inside my kitten heels. But then I felt him cup for my chin, and my brows furrowed as Marcus turned my face towards him.

“I don’t under—-”

His lips covered mine.

Oh.

The kiss was over before it began, but it was more than enough, and when he pulled away I could only gaze at him, speechless, lightheaded, and even more shaken than before.What was that?

Marcus’ hand, which hadn’t released my fingers all this time, tugged me towards him. He led, and I followed, always ending up like a docile little lamb in his presence. We walked past paparazzi, all of them still taking photos and throwing us questions, and I automatically lowered my head to avoid their gazes.

Lowering his head to me, Marcus asked softly, “Are you ashamed to be seen with me?”

My head jerked up. “Of course not!” And then I caught sight of his grin and realized he had just been teasing. “Marcus!”

His nostrils flared.

Oh.

The look of raw desire in his face made my entire body tremble, and I found myself mute with helpless desire.

“It’s been too long,” he muttered roughly under his breath, and his fingers released its grip on my hand. A second later his arm slowly curled around me, his fingers tightening around my waist.

He squeezed my waist hard, his touch burning my skin and leaving an undeniable, wordless message for my body to absorb.

I want to fuck you.

I’m going to fuck you.

I won’t stop fucking you until we both pass out.

It was the most unbelievable promise, and my limbs became wooden in shock as we entered his building.

Marcus glanced at me, surprised. “Why are you marching?”

I looked down at my legs, aghast.

Iwasmarching!

He had me so flustered by his – by his intentions over a merger – that I had ended up marching without even knowing it. In the corner of my eye, I saw Marcus’ broad shoulders rocking with silent laughter, and I lifted my chin up in the air even as my face burned.

Crap. Just...crap.

As soon as we entered the elevator, Marcus didn’t bother hiding his laughter. “What was that about?”

I ignored him, or at least I tried to, but then he pulled me towards him, asking, “Was it because I made you nervous?”

My lip curled, but he only grinned. “No?” He pushed me against the wall, purring, “How about aroused then?”

He ground his body harder against mine, and I gasped. “Marcus—-”

His eyes glittered.


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