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She glanced down the hall, thankfully empty at the moment, most of the dancers on the floor with such a large crowd. She opened a door to Bruno’s office. The bouncer was also on the floor so she wouldn’t have to worry about interruptions for a few minutes. Isaiah followed her in. She closed the door and glared at him.
“You aren’t my man.” Her voice trembled. “You can’t come in here and act like I’m your woman.”
“I can’t just sit by and let someone talk to you like that. I wanted to help.”
“I don’t need your help. I can take care of myself. Your help only makes things worse.”
Confusion covered his handsome face. “How?”
“I don’t want you to lay claim on me when you’re not free to do so. Don’t step in and try to fix things for me when we both know you can’t.”
She snapped her mouth shut. Her chest heaved with ragged breaths. That was the problem. She could take care of herself, but a small part of her had liked it when he’d defended her. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone, much less a guy, had stood up for her. She never wanted to be defended or shielded. She’d done all of that on her own. And enjoying his protection would only hurt more when he eventually went back to his superstar life and the woman he’d clung to for years.
Isaiah stepped forward. Angela backed up until her wings were crushed against the door. He pressed a hand on the door over her. “I’m free to do whatever I damn well choose. I told you Bridget and I are through.”
“For how long?”
“For good.”
“I didn’t ask you to leave her.”
“I couldn’t stay with her knowing how I feel about you.” His gaze devoured her. “Why are you still fighting this?”
She opened her mouth to say something noble, like honor, independence or integrity. His head lowered and her arguments faded to nothing. His body was a solid wall of firm muscle and masculine heat. The scent of his cologne was pure intoxication. He kept one hand on the wall, the other ran down her back, cupped her butt and pulled her flush against his body. Angela moaned. Her hands gripped his hips and held him close. The heat of his passion burned through her anger and ignited the fire she’d been craving since that first time they’d met.
The kiss started hard and heavy, then slowed into a teasing seduction that had her soaking wet and aching. His lips and tongue slid over hers so thoroughly she could only whimper and lean in for more. She wanted—no, she needed more. Needed to rip off his clothes and feel his skin against hers.
Isaiah’s hand caressed the length of her side down to the softness of her behind, then lifted one of her legs. The tips of his fingers brushed the underside of her thigh just below the hem of her short skirt. His hips pushed forward, bringing the full contact of his thick erection to the sweet heat between her thighs. Angela gasped. He repeated the move and her low moan filled the small office.
He lifted his head and met her gaze. The question in his eye was heightened by the slow creep of his fingers up her thigh toward her heated flesh. If he didn’t touch her, she’d scream. She widened her legs. Surprise brightened his eyes. Then the dark flash of desire took over. Isaiah boldly caressed the sensitive sweetness of her sex through the lacy triangle of her thong.
Angela’s lids drooped. Her head fell back. Warm lips pressed against her neck. His teeth nipped lightly, then his tongue soothed the slight pain. He was killing her with the slow steady strokes, driving her heart to its limit, taking her body on an erotic trip. She rotated her hips, bringing her fully against his fingers. Fingers weren’t enough.
Angela jerked open his pants, her own fingers wrapping around him. Damn he was big. Isaiah groaned low and deep, then kissed her with an urgency that made her stroke him harder. Somewhere, in the very far back of her mind, she registered that this wasn’t the right time, or the right place, but then his fingers pushed into her core and her mind surrendered.
Isaiah’s other hand flew to his back pocket and produced a condom. Again the idea that maybe this was too soon popped in, but when he kissed her and his erection flexed in her palm, she didn’t give a damn. His hands left her sex only to cover himself, then he bent and lifted her against the door. His mouth covered hers in a kiss so passionate it robbed her of everything but the ability to feel, to be in this exact moment. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs cinched his waist, holding him tight. Isaiah dipped low, his hand positioned, and he straightened and filled her inch by thick inch.
