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And fuck me for jumping the gun and ruining my shot.

Yes, I realized now I was wrong to ask Delani to close her store.

Arrogant. Bully. Whatever.

I’d been stupid and selfish and so fucking wrong. But I blamed it on the sexual haze I was still under for not thinking it through.

I didn’t even know why I was so worked up about the fragrance that sometimes came from her store to mine.

I mean, I loved the fucking smell of her shop. Craved it, even.

No, that wasn’t true. I craved her.

The scent of chocolate, so decadent and rich, was just one part of her charms.

It permeated her skin. Making the sexy siren taste better than fudge.

My cock twitched behind my jeans, and I closed my eyes, attempting to will the thing away.

I’d been walking around with a semi boner ever since I’d had a taste of the gorgeous woman.

My hand was no fucking substitute and my dick deflated if I even thought about fucking anyone else.

I just wanted her. Only her.

“I’m gonna go for a think,” I growled at Buck.

He nodded, but his attention was on a group of soccer moms who’d come in to schedule a birthday party for one of their husbands.

There were four private rooms at the back of the bar, each one big enough for twelve to sixteen people.

Once I realized there was a market for private, smaller get-togethers, I started advertising The Whiskey Bar as the place to host whatever it was you were celebrating.

Birthdays. Anniversaries. Promotions. Retirements. You name it.

The door to the alley slammed behind me and I put both hands behind my head and exhaled. The smell of chocolate was so strong, it told me what I already knew.

It was late afternoon. The store was closed, and Delani was inside, making those delectable goodies she shipped all over the globe.

I noticed the same red Subaru I’d seen the health inspector get out of earlier that day, still parked in front of Delani’s shop, and I frowned.

Didn’t the man leave yet?

I’d noticed he seemed preoccupied with her place, but she didn’t seem to break any rules. The little time I’d spent inside I’d always been impressed by how ship shape everything was.

I frowned harder and walked closer to the side door.

“Okay, Mr. Oglethorpe, that’s everything I can think of you might need to know,” Delani’s voice came through the door, sounding tense and uneasy.

My hackles rose, and asshole move or not, I stayed and listened just in case. I have the motherfucker about ten seconds to leave before I broke the fucking door down.

Fine. I was a little possessive. If asked, I’d admit I had a problem.

Fucking sue me.

I couldn't help my caveman attitude. The second Delani told me her pussy belonged to me, that was it. I was all in now.

Mad or not, the woman was mine. I knew she was pissed, but she was still mine.

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