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He wasn’t sure when it happened, but he loved the geeky girl look on her.

“Hello, Alana,” he greeted her, forcing himself to stay calm.

“London.” She hefted up the strap of her bag on her shoulder, her hand shaking slightly as she pushed her glasses higher on her nose. “How are you?”

“I’m not sure. I was supposed to have company over for dinner, but she never showed.”

“Oh.” She blinked, but didn’t say anything else.

“What happened to you?”

“You looked occupied.”

Alana seemed guarded, and he didn’t like it. He needed to see her smiling and laughing.

“How would you know that?” he asked, confused. It was then he realized she must have seen Bianca go into his apartment. He looked between her door and his. “That wasn’t what it looked like.”

“London, who you entertain in your home is not my business.”

She must have been looking through the peephole.

“Were you watching me?”

Her big brown eyes grew even wider.

“No. Okay, maybe.”

He stalked across the hall until her back was pressed against the door.

“And how often have you watched me?”

She tilted her head back to meet his gaze. “Often.”

A couple came around the corner, deep in a conversation. London recognized them as the neighbors at the end of the hall. The gentleman gave a nod, and London jerked his head in greeting. The woman’s giggle floated through the air as they entered their condo.

Feeling Alana pressed up against him unleashed the beast inside of him. His cock strained against his sweats, demanding to be let out. Alana’s supple breasts brushed against his chest. His gaze dropped to the base of her neck, watching her pulse skyrocket.

“When you were looking through your peephole, did you see that Bianca left not long after she arrived?”

He slid his hand around her waist, pulling her close, ensuring nothing could get in between them.

She shook her head.

“She wasn’t who I wanted to spend my evening with,” he murmured.

“No?”

“I’d told you already what I wanted.” Her nostrils flared. He knew she remembered what he’d said in the bookstore.

He dropped a hard kiss to her lips, the need to have her consuming him. Her whimper fed the fire burning inside of him.

“I’ve thought about nothing but you all week.”

Another kiss.

Alana’s chest was rising and falling rapidly.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, the scent of her perfume filling his nostrils. Nipping her neck, he trailed his tongue up to her ear, taking it between his teeth.

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