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She knew his effect on her hadn’t gone away. Her heart was tripping in her chest, excitement filled her, and she swore she could almost taste him in her mouth again.
Wild, tangy, and completely sexy. She wanted more of him, and she knew it was the last thing she should allow herself to reach out for.
But she ached for him. Ached for his kiss, his touch. She ached for more than a few hidden little bedroom sessions and the knowledge that just as Jonesy accused, she would be no more than a very small notch on his bedpost.
“One fight a night is enough. ” She rubbed at her arms, knowing she had more to face tonight than just this overriding need for Zeke’s touch.
She had never been frightened of Jonesy as long as she had known him. They had yelled, screamed, thrown things, but he had never shaken her, he had never let his anger spike to the point that he was a threat rather than a friend.
“Let me see your arms. ” He advanced.
Rogue retreated behind her desk. “My arms are fine. ”
“Your arms are fucking bruised,” he bit out, his expression becoming livid now. “Do you think I don’t see those bruises forming even now, Rogue? Do you think I’ll stand for it?”
Rogue pressed her lips together in an effort to gain control. She was halfway tempted to bite her tongue just to hold back her own anger.
“I think, quite simply, that it’s none of your damned business. ” And that was no less than the truth. “You’re not my father, my brother, my lover, or my husband, so I guess you lucked out in the explanations department, didn’t you?”
What stroke of fate had decided that this man had to fascinate her as no other did? That his kiss, his touch had to torment her, haunt her? She didn’t want this, and she knew he didn?
?t, either. He had proven that two days ago when he had sent her on her way without so much as a good-bye kiss, a hug. There had been nothing to soften the humiliation that had filled her. That still filled her.
Having him here in her office, seeing him, being close to him was torture. She had fantasized for so many years, dreamed of him for so long. The knowledge that she couldn’t have him, not fully, sliced through her soul like a dull knife.
“You’re fooling yourself,” he told her, his voice rough. “We’re going to be lovers, Rogue. We both know it. ”
She shook her head to that.
God, she was tired of this internal fight within herself. Lately, it seemed her emotions were never under control, and she blamed him for that. He had tilted her world on its axis, and she was having a hell of a time straightening it back up.
“I think, Zeke, being lovers would be the worst decision the two of us could make. You need to turn around and leave. Get back in your nifty little sheriff’s vehicle, and go look up one of your former closet lovers or whoever you keep dangling as a replacement.
Because this isn’t going to work. ”
She wouldn’t hide in a closet. She couldn’t. Rogue knew that the one thing she couldn’t do was enter into an emotionless relationship with this man.
His lips tilted as she watched him. A half grin, filled with male confidence and certainty.
He stood before her, the epitome of the alpha male, and a shiver raced up her spine as he watched her. There was nothing hidden, nothing latent in that look. It was pure male power and sexual intent.
It was dominant.
Heat flushed through her body as she stepped back. Distance, she needed distance between them before he could follow through with that look.
“Did you really think I was just going to let this go after the other day?” he asked, advancing on her. “You were on your knees, Rogue. You climaxed as I came in your mouth. ”
“And you pushed me right out the door five seconds later,” she reminded him. “You weren’t just ashamed that we were caught by your son. You were ashamed of being with me, period. ”
“I don’t broadcast my affairs. ” His expression tightened as Rogue felt her chest ache.
“Then you won’t be having an affair with me,” she told him quietly. “Find someone else, Zeke, because I can’t afford the broken heart. ”
She thought he would heed the request. A part of her was certain he would turn and walk right back out of her office and out of her life.
Nothing could have prepared her for how quickly he moved, his hand latching around her wrist, pulling her to him an instant before he threw her over his shoulder and strode from the office.
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