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She knows she’s got me by the balls, and she’s absolutely delighted about it.
“No chance, Stefan. You’d fall in love with me, and then I definitely couldn’t be your vet.”
“Is it poisoned?” His green eyes go bright as they dance with dry humor. And I find myself laughing and joking back, like a total traitor. Like when he asks me out and I brush him off with a stupid giggle. “Nope. Just black. Like your soul.”
The man looks downright gleeful. “You let me take you on a date.”
He scratches his chin thoughtfully. “Actually, three dates.”
“Why three dates?” “Because it’s more than one.” My foot taps. “Why not two? “Because it’s less than three?” He says it like a question.
“Whatever you say,” he replies smoothly. “I just can’t fall in love with you, right?”
I chuckle as I twist the doorknob to leave. “Oh, Stefan. I think you already are.”
This angle gives me the perfect view of the muscles in his back as they ripple beneath the plain white T-shirt. I figure if I’m going to be forced to go on fake dates with the man, I might as well enjoy the view. I’m only human.
But then, I’ve got three dates to make her want my hands on her body.
I wondered how it would feel to have Stefan run his hands over me that way. It was such a bad idea. It would backfire spectacularly, especially with my friends. But it almost made me want it more. Under different circumstances, he’d be a fun one-time thing.
“Trust me, Dr. Thorne, if I had you up against a wall, you’d be the meal.”
This date isn’t so bad after all.
And after everything I shared with her on Friday night, this feels like more. It feels like someone caring about us—something that hasn’t happened in a very long time.
“Seems like sitting on the barn floor is kind of our thing,” I say.
Because I’m a greedy bastard who liked feeling taken care of.
“I had fun on our first fake date.”
“I’ll be better company than a dildo. I promise.”
“Bet I can make you come harder too.”
She laughs, a girlish laugh. Not her usual throaty husk. “I’d like to see you try.” Challenge accepted.
“You are not the pawn, Mira. You are the prize.”
I refuse to let a woman like Mira walk around thinking she’s anything less than the queen she is.
I plan to take my shot with that woman. I just need to soften her up first. Step one: talk to her. Step two: woo her. Step three: win her.
“It’s going to be fine. I’m good at schmoozing. I’ll take care of you. I’ve got this. I’m not even that blond.”
“Because I can fuck myself better with Mr. Purple than any man ever has.”
“Challenge accepted. But I’m not going to fuck you until you’re begging for it.”
“The next person to make that woman cry will wish they hadn’t.”
I cup her neck and press my thumb against her jaw as my mouth crashes down on to hers.
We melt into each other. In a lush green field, covered in fresh spring rain, we give in to the pull between us.
This is the best kiss of my life.
I don’t want to tame her; I just want a front-row seat to watch her win the race.
Do you think I’ve been asking you to let me take you on a date for the past several months just so I could pursue another woman after finally tasting your lips? Did you think I’d give up that easily?”
“No, I thought you were teasing me. I thought it was all a big joke. A game.” I lean down to whisper in her ear. “Absolutely nothing about the way I feel for you is a joke. And I’ll keep telling you that until you believe me.”
Or maybe seeing this man on his knees for me twice in one night is just too much to take.
We’re fairly hidden here. And I’m already not feeling like myself tonight. My concern for the consequences slip away as I murmur, “Yeah, fuck waiting.” And then I gather the silk of my dress in my hands, like I can’t get it lifted fast enough.
And it must not be quick enough for Stefan either, because he lifts what’s left and disappears beneath a curtain of red fabric. Immediately, he pulls one leg over his shoulder and wraps his strong arm around it to pin me in place against the wall.
Good god. I don’t think I’ve ever hooked up with someone so talkative. Maybe that’s why every hook up so far has sucked. Maybe that’s why I’m soaked.
“You owe me a pair of panties.” “I’ll buy you an entire shipping container of them if it means I get to keep ripping them off of you.”
“The only reason I brought you here tonight was so you could watch Patrick take a tumble off his glass throne.”
“How thoughtful of you to include me in your scheme.”
“I’ve told you before . . . I’m not the villain you think I am.” “Or maybe you’re exactly who I think you are, and I like it.”
I want his skin on mine. His shoulders over me. His hands gripping my hips. I’ve never been so physically worked up over a person in my life.
“She told me she’d be out for the night, so she won’t be able to hear you screaming while you ride my cock later.”
I almost just straight up maul him—but first I have some things I need to get off my chest. His mouth opens to say something, but I cut him off. “You know what? Fuck you.” His brows shoot up, and he rears back. “That date was not fake, and we both know it. So, fuck you for saying that.” I’m worked up, and my chest rises and falls heavily. “And also fuck you for walking away like a perfect gentleman. Weeks of blatant sexual promises, and you walk away? You should have bent me over the hood of my truck and fucked me on the spot.” I watch his bright green eyes go dark. “Stop treating me like
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“I guess you’re a lucky girl because I want you, too. I have since the first day I laid eyes on you.”
I want her to be mine. Period.
don’t really care what you call me while I do it, sweetheart. So long as you spread those legs and let me worship between them.”
I need to play it safe with Stefan Dalca, because I don’t want to lose whatever it is that we’ve just found.
“You have beautiful hands. Almost as beautiful as your mind and heart. Sometimes I find myself staring at them while you work, so elegant and strong all at once. Hands that heal. Hands that save lives.” His voice drops. “Hands that belong in mine.”
I don’t see him as a threat. He’s not my enemy. And he looks at me the same way. He looks at me like I’m a dream come true.
