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The smell of his cologne was intoxicating, luring me in with the beat of the sensual tune still blaring around us.
Slowly, I turned around to look up at him through the slits of my eyes. “Is that a threat?”
“Why? You want it to be?”
“I thought you don’t put your hands on women?”
“Darlin’, you know damn well that raisin’ my hand at you and makin’ you come on it are two different things.”
“It always comes down to sex, doesn’t it? Funny how that works.”
“Says the woman who’s been grinding on my cock.”
“I was just dancing.”
“Is that right?”
“Mm-hmm…” When I placed my hands on his chest, he didn’t think twice about gripping my ass and setting me beside the turntables to step between my legs.
I hitched a breath.
Within seconds, he swept my cheekbone with the back of his fingers. “This is healing nicely, yeah? You ever going to tell me whose handiwork this is?”
“If I did, what are you going to do?”
We never once stopped looking deep into each other’s eyes. He peered down at me while I looked up at him through my long, thick lashes.
“You know what I’d do. It’s why you haven’t told me who it is.”
I shook my head. “I don’t know a damn thing about you. What I do know is it’s still none of your fucking business. I’ve been taking care of myself for a very long time. I don’t need you to be my savior, Jameson. I don’t need you to be anything.”
“What do you need, then?”
“What I need is to go back to work, so if you’re done eye-fucking the shit out of me, I’d like to get on with my night.”
“You want me to be done, then answer my question.”
I argued, “I did. It’s just not the answer you want to hear. But guess what? We don’t always get what we want.”
“How about instead of givin’ me shit, you give me some credit, ya feel me?”
“Unfortunately.” I ground against his hard cock. “I do.”
“What do you expect when your pussy is right there?”
“I thought you were a gentleman.”
“You don’t like gentlemen.”
“Is that right?” I mocked, sitting up higher and leaning into his lips. His mouth was now inches away from mine. “And what kind of man do I like?”
He didn’t move. “You truly are a thing of beauty, and I pride myself on beautiful things.”
“You mean by kidnapping those beautiful things and selling them off to the highest bidder?” I challenged, cocking my head to the side.
“I’d never sell you.” His fingers curled into my inner thigh as his thumb grazed my knee. “You’re worth keepin’.”
“Do I look like a woman who wants to be owned?”
