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He made the air in the room turn thick, now impossibly difficult to take a deep breath.

Especially when he growled, “You’re so fucking hot.”

I wasn’t just igniting a blaze between us; I was playing with fire.

I felt that in my chest.

I saw it in his eyes.

“That fucking ass …” he hissed in my neck. “Keep rubbing it against me, Kendall, and you’re going to get my cock inside it.”

Oh God.

I shuddered as my hands landed on his chest. I knew how defined it was—I remembered from last night. But the hardness of his muscles, the etching around his pecs, still made the tingles erupt.

He had a body unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

When it was covered in a suit, the first few inches of his stark white shirt unbuttoned to show the whisper of hairs on his chest, the scent of lust and spice flirting with my nose, he was completely irresistible.

To the point where I was overheating.

I needed air to calm myself down.

“Be right back,” I told him, and I hurried toward the front and out the door, s