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He unsnapped her jeans, and with the tug of the fabric, her body jerked and became wetter with anticipation. She should stop him but didn’t have the will power. Whatever he wanted, she wanted, on top of this cold steel surface in the middle of his restaurant kitchen.
Marissa bit her bottom lip as he lowered the zipper?—
The cry of an alarm punctured the silence. Bruno’s eyes lifted to hers, and shock slowly pierced the veil of lust that consumed her—like a bucket of ice water tossed into her face.
The timer, alerting them the dessert was finished.
“Mierda.”
Bruno stepped away to the oven. He removed and placed the strawberry loaf on a cooling rack. As he worked, Marissa sat up and pulled down her shirt. Her fingers trembled, and her skin flushed hot from embarrassment.
What the hell was she thinking?
She was wet and her panties soaked. The only reason they hadn’t had sex was because of the barrier of clothes between them. But she’d been ready and willing.
She hopped onto the floor and pulled up the zipper on her jeans, right as Bruno returned his attention to her.
“Marissa.” He growled her name, disapproving of her moving from where he’d left her.
“I-I... That shouldn’t have happened. I can’t believe that happened.” She lifted shaky fingers to her temple, talking more to herself than to him.
The minute he had opened the door and let her into the restaurant, the buzz of electricity she always experienced in his presence assaulted her again, stronger than normal. Perhaps because she had entered his turf and was at a slight disadvantage. She’d done her best to ignore the sensation, yet this was the result.
“The kiss was inevitable,” Bruno said.
“No. I disagree.” Marissa vehemently shook her head.
“I have been attracted to you since our first meeting,” Bruno said.
“You don’t mean that.”
“I do. My body burns for you.” Dark heat flared to life in his eyes.
The rawness of his hunger made her tremble inside because she completely understood. She had tried tamping down her attraction to him, pretending it didn’t exist. But desire was a dark substance living inside her, ready to unfurl at the slightest touch.
“You came to us to find a wife. That is my job. My job is to find you a wife, which means nothing can happen between us.”
“Listen to me, I understand you have some kind of ethical dilemma about getting involved with a client, but as long as we’re two consenting adults, I don’t see the problem.”
“You don’t understand. Executive Match has a strict policy against matchmakers getting involved with clients. We need to stay the course and focus on the goal, the reason you hired us. My job is to find your wife.” Maybe if she repeated the words enough, they would stick in her lust-addled brain.
“Then I’ll fire you as my matchmaker!” Bruno exclaimed, sounding exasperated.
“If you want to fire me, that’s your choice, but going our separate ways won’t change anything. I won’t get involved with you.”
He took a couple of steps closer, and her body tensed.
“If the timer hadn’t gone off, I would have had you right on top of this counter.” He slammed a hand on the steel with an open palm, eyes boring into hers as he spoke in a matter-of-fact, confident voice.
Heat seared her cheeks with the acknowledgment of the truth. Bruno was right. He had destroyed her inhibitions. She would’ve let him pull off her jeans and screw her, and she had no doubt she would have loved every minute.
“I should go.” Marissa grabbed her bag off the bar.
“Stay. Let’s finish this conversation.”
“There is nothing to finish!” she snapped.
Maybe sexual frustration caused her irritation. She hadn’t wanted a man like this in forever. For years, she’d had her needs adequately taken care of through manual stimulation and the toys locked in the drawer of her bedside table. Now living, breathing temptation threatened to derail her years of abstinence and cause her to make a bad decision that she knew had far-reaching consequences.
