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  “Ummm, the first of many.” His words were serious enough, but it was the look in his eyes that had her believing he spoke the gospel. “I’m going to taste you now, baby. I’m going to bury my head between your thighs and brand you with my tongue.”

  Yesssss! Her heart leapt with his words, her body opening wider for any invasion he chose. She was in serious trouble here, and there was just no way to stop it. She’d wanted him for too long, dreamed of this in the privacy of her own bedroom, away from prying eyes. But he had known; somehow he’d read her need. The reality of what she’s secretly wished for was way more intense than she’d been prepared for.

  “Shut up and do it, if you think you can.” That probably would’ve sounded so much more challenging if she hadn’t been panting for him. Chanti didn’t care. If today was all she’d ever have of Egan, she wanted it all. The memories of this would have to last her forever sohe’d sure as shit better make it good.

  “Don’t push me, baby.” God, why did he have to sound all dominant like that? It was bad enough she was putty in his hands. “I’ve been waiting too long to make you mine.”

  Wait-what???!!!

  The Girl Is Mine!

  She was killing him. Egan knew there was no way he could make this the slow, sensual seduction he’s planned in his mind. It was too hot, too intense. Hell, he’d planned to ply her with a gourmet meal cooked by his own two hands, fine wine and pleasantness for once. He’d wanted to get underneath that tough shell she surrounded herself in. Once again, she’d pushed him past the point of endurance. Not that he believed for a second she would be caught dead with a male whore like Kevin. Just the very thought of her with another man...

  Dropping to his knees, he dove between her thighs. No slow, lingering licks or gentle teasing. Egan was on a mission. Her taste burst on his tongue like the sweetest nectar of the gods. He dove in, savoring her cries of ecstasy every bit as much as her sweetness. He drove her body ruthlessly, cupping her hips to keep her close. He wanted it all—her clit, her channel…fuck he was never going to get enough.

  Only when she pulled on his hair, trying desperately to get away did he even consider stopping.

  “It’s too much.” Her voice was no more than sexy little rasps of sound. He knew in that moment he had to hear that sound coming from her at least once a day for the rest of his life.

  Not too much, not nearly enough. But there would be time for that later. Watching her, those deep, soulful brown eyes half closed slumberously sexy, he had to have her. Already his cock was so hard it hurt. Pressing against his jeans every bit as insistent that he claim her, he knew there would be no way he could wait for the bedroom.

  Rising slowly he took a little step back, slowly releasing his throbbing shaft from his pants. He waited, watching her face intently. Ultimately it was her choice. It would kill him but if she didn’t really want this he’d stop. His heart stood still as he waited, scared more than he would’ve believed possible that she might reject him.

  A swipe of her delicate little pink tongue against her lower lip had Egan breaking out in a sweat as she regarding him. Her eyes lifted to his, her legs opening ever so slightly more for him. That was all he needed. The second it took to position himself at her opening was too long. He needed this, needed her. This was it for him, he knew it to the bottom of his soul. Once he took her, she would be his irrevocably. Maybe he should warn her, but he didn’t. He couldn’t take the chance she’d turn and run. She’d been running from him for far too long as it was.

  He pushed inside, slowly…too slowly. Good God, she was tight! His chest tightened as he entered inch by excruciating inch. Her vaginal walls were like molten liquid silk. Despite his intentions of branding her, marking her as his, he knew she’d done the same to him. A helpless groan escaped as he made his way fully inside, staying perfectly still to let her adjust to him.

  “If you don’t move, I swear to all I hold dear I’m going to murder you Egan Evander Braun.”

  She knew his middle name. As absurd as it was, especially given their current position, it made him smile like an idiot. No way could he move just yet though. The last thing he wanted to do was take her like a maniac, especially given his actions up to this point. There’d been nothing smooth about their coming together. The woman drove him to drastic actions, challenging his very manhood. And he was just sick enough to love every second of it. He didn’t want to lose all control, powering inside her like a maniac.

  However, he hadn’t counted on the erotic dance of her hips underneath him. She moved in a shimmy older than time, tempting him beyond all control. His hips moved on their own, despite his very best intentions. At least he wasn’t bucking like an idiot. His movements thankfully were measured, complying with her unspoken demands. He wasn’t gentle. Lord knows he’d wanted to be. There was no way to pull back on the surges forward. He had to be here inside her like this. He had to take her, had to make her his. He needed her so bad he thought he might die from it.

  And here he thought he was a manly man. Chanti had reduced him to nothing more than elemental man, a half step above a full-fledged Neanderthal. Gripping her hips his mouth descended, taking her kiss, swallowing her cries of pleasure. He wanted to be everywhere at once. He didn’t have enough hands and needed an extra mouth. No way would a lifetime be nearly enough.

  “Oh God, Egan, I can’t...I’m going to...” Whatever she was going to say was cut off by a surprised little scream, her nails digging into his ass cheeks.

  It was beyond rapture. Her pussy clamped down like a velvet vice on him, sucking with determination. No matter how hard he tried, Egan couldn’t hold on. Lord knows he tried. His hips responded, pistoning inside her in desperation for some semblance of sanity. There was none to be found. The hurricane that was Chanti swept him away in her fierce heat, making him surrender not only his essence but all he was, all he would ever be to her.

  In his minds eyes, Egan imagined the shackles clasping around him with finality. Oddly all he could do was smile wanly at the image in his head. If he was going to be shackled, there wasn’t another on earth he’d rather be shackled to.

  Retreat! Retreat!

  Holy shit she’d screwed up big time. Sprawled on her arch nemesis's desk, Chanti knew she’d been changed forever. Nothing was ever going to be the same again. How could she have been so colossally stupid? And she couldn’t even move to beat a quick retreat. Not with her bones all melted and her muscles turned to putty. Maybe if she acted like nothing had happened he would forget about it?

  “Umm, so you wanted the numbers?” It sounded stupid even to her own ears so no wonder he was looking at her like she’d just lost her mind.

  “You think I need those numbers?” Egan asked her incredulously.

  Of course he needed her stats. Otherwise she would have never in a million years have entered the lion’s den, the dragon's lair, the sex pad of a notorious libertine. And yeah maybe she did make up that last bit, but it fit him to the tee as far as she was concerned.

  “You damn well had better need those numbers because I didn't come here to be uh, um, well you know.”

  The man didn't even have the grace to pull out of her. Instead he did the opposite, flexing his hips to let her know he was still buried deep inside her and...Good Lord the man was hard again. Was that even humanly possible? Maybe he was some kind of sexual alien sent to earth just to torment her.

  “You assistant emailed me your stats a week ago, when they were due, nice and neat in an Excel spreadsheet like they’re supposed to be, as she does every quarter.”

  Okay now that was a little factoid Chanti didn’t know. Every fucking quarter for over a year, Egan made her recite each and every figure while crowded close at his desk. Just what the hell did he mean he had her numbers from her assistant? And every quarter. She was going to kill him. Just as soon as he stopped making those tiny little thrusts. They was making it hard to think.

  “Why am I here, Egan?” She didn’t mean to sound all
breathless like that. Completely his fault, another reason he had to die. Later.

  “Because you are the most stubborn, beautiful, and wonderful woman I have ever met in my life,” he responded as if that explained a damned thing.

  “I- I- OH!” Those weren't barely perceptible thrust anymore. He was stroking inside her in earnest, his mouth making itself at home on the sensitive skin on the side of her neck.

  She was going to say something, she was sure of it. She just didn’t have a clue what.

  “You’re mine, Chanti. You’ve been mine for a while now.” His voice had gone all deep and deadly again. It possessed her every bit as much as his body was. “I did what I had to do to finally make you realize you're mine.”

  As much as she would’ve liked to complain, to deny, to beat feet and never, ever return, she was helpless under the onslaught of his passion. Later…later she’d give him a piece of her mind and get the hell out of here. Just as soon as-

  “Egan!” The orgasm hit her out of nowhere, knocking every other thought from her mind. Her body shattered, her soul went soaring to the heavens. Corny as hell, but nonetheless true.

  “That’s right baby, come for me.”

  Didn’t he know she just did? She was so going to give him a piece of her mind. Later.

  Much Later...

  “I’m going to kill you, you know.”

  Egan smiled at Chanti’s words, muttered against his chest. Having finally made it to the bed, it had been twenty-four hours since either of them had left his room. Their room now, but he wisely decided to wait to inform her of it.

  “I know, little Fierce. And I deserve it too.”

  “I so hate you,” she responded all sullen, like a child told she couldn’t have a cookie before bed.

  “I love you too, baby.”

  Chanti grumbled something unintelligible before snuggling down and falling to sleep. Egan allowed himself a full-fledged Cheshire grin as soon as her soft snores floated in the air around him. When she woke to find his ring on her finger she was most definitely going to try to kill him.

  He couldn’t wait.