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His eyes traveled the length of her body, lingering on her mouth for a heartbeat too long. Stepping forward, he wrapped one hand around the back of her neck and the other around her waist. "I have my ways," he said right before he pressed a bruising kiss to her mouth. She felt her anger surge, but that fire was soon smothered when she felt Beau's erection—hard and unyielding—press into her belly. With a moan, she stepped backward, throwing the door shut behind him. He shifted his focus to her neck, kissing her in the place just behind the ear that he knew drove her insane. She bit down on the space between his shoulder and neck, breaking his concentration and causing him to hiss.
"Fuck," he said, his voice low and predatory. He scooped her up into his arms, looking around her apartment.
Despite her anger, and despite the little voice at the back of her mind, she found herself saying, "Over there." She tilted her chin toward her bedroom door.
With a wicked grin, he walked them into her room and placed her onto the bed. He stepped back, unbuckling his belt with agonizing slowness.
She licked her lips and asked, "Why are you here?"
"I needed to see you again." The buckle and prong clinked together softly as he worked. "I needed to hear you panting my name..." He undid the button and lowered the zipper. "...as I fucked you over and over and over again."
She had to bite down on the groan and she saw that Beau wasn't wearing anything under his jeans.
He smirked. "Like what you see?"
"You know I do." Her voice came out as a barely audible rasp. She cleared her throat to protest. "Beau."
"Vee," he replied, his voice just as low and rough as her own. "I've missed you."
Sliding to the edge of the bed, she stood up, running her hands across his shoulders, feeling the hardness of his muscles. Fuck, her resolve was crumbling.
Just one more time,she reasoned.Just get him out of your system then get him out of your life.
"You didn't have these when we were dating." She squeezed his biceps to show him what she was talking about.
The side of his mouth quirked up. "One of the perks of being a personal trainer."
She leaned down, kissing the spot above his heart, then began pulling his shirt up his torso. His skin was warm beneath her fingertips as she worked to peel away the barrier between them. His heat drew her in, and she knew she had to have a taste. Beau cradled her face, forcing her to look at him.
"I'm going to take my time with you. It won't be like last time."
Her doorbell rang and she groaned.
"Expecting someone?" Beau asked.
"Natasha," she replied. “My best friend. She was picking me up to go drinking."
At this statement, he grinned and began pulling down his shirt and buttoning up his jeans. "I should let you get the door; otherwise, she'll start to think you're not here."
"Actually, she has a—"
"Maybe you don't need that drink after all," someone said.
She peered around Beau to find Natasha standing in the doorway. Her friend's eyes were making a slow perusal of Beau's back and ass, and Vee bristled. Beau turned around.
"I see you let yourself in," she gritted out.
Natasha smiled innocently. "I thought you may have not heard me ring the doorbell, so I decided to come inside and wait." She stepped forward, smoothly offering Beau her hand. "And you are?"
"Beau. It's nice to meet you."
"Likewise. Will you be joining us tonight?"
"No," Vee said, just as he replied, "Sure."
Natasha looked between them, amusement dancing in her eyes.
"We can go out for one drink, Vee," Beau said.
