Belle I sucked in a breath as we stepped into the very same suite where our wild passion happened, and it all came rushing back. Why did I always think about him touching me, kissing me, driving me insane with his tongue, among other things? Why did it keep playing on repeat in my head? "I don't want to be here.” I tried to reach the door, but he moved in front of me, blocking my exit. "You asked for this, huh? Isn't this what you want?" His hand held me close, one around my back, the other resting at my neck. "You've been coming after me from day one. You bought me a drink." "I didn't buy that drink. My friend Jenna did," I interrupted. "Coming to work, dressed for the club," his hand tightened around my neck, ignoring me as he went on. "Then showing up right in my face, always dressed so sexy, flirting with me. Look me in the eye and tell me this isn't exactly what you want." We both stared at each other intensely, but I couldn't say it. He was right. I wanted this. "Th
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