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The steely look he gave me made me feel weird inside. He could always keep his cool. I, on the other hand, struggled to keep my composure and had a temper. It irked me that he could be so stoic, even now when I was trying to piss him off by being an asshole.

He leaned forward, his voice dropping even lower. “You know, there’s another way I’d like us to be connected. Something similar to what happened in that hotel room, maybe?”

Heat and color flooded my cheeks. I scowled and shoved him back, but that only made him smile as he stumbled to regain his footing. That cocky grin pissed me off even more. I stepped close to him and pushed him against the wall, digging my muscles into the thick muscles of his chest. My body betrayed me, and I remembered how warm his flesh had been against mine. The way his tongue had slipped between my legs. The taste of his cock.

I shook my head to clear the images and turned my glare back on him, desperately hoping he had no clue what had just been running t