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“Been writing.” She shrugged when he glanced her way. “It’s messy business.”
“Come up with anything awesome?”
“Oh yeah. The book’s basically done, except for the table of contents. And that’ll probably just be a list of sex positions.”
Ignoring her, Tony made a spot for himself amongst the piles and sat down. When he reached for her notebook, she swooped in and grabbed it. “Um, this isn’t ready yet.”
“I want to read it.”
“Soon. When it’s ready.”
“When will that be?” he asked, frowning.
What was the big deal? Like he really cared about reading her dopey little sex advice book that probably no one would even buy, never mind read. “I don’t know. I haven’t figured out if I want to share my work yet. The online sites I visited said that a writer should protect their creative space and keep it judgment free. ”
“I don’t judge you. Hand it over.”
If she couldn’t wreck lives, at least she could drive her boyfriend crazy. It wasn’t a bad trade-off, all things considered. “Nope.” Before he could react, she shoved the notebook under her sweatshirt and stepped back. “Sorry. Mine.”
“Really.” He placed his hands on his thighs and angled his head, clearly in no hurry to get up and wrestle her to the ground. Darn it. “Is that how you want to play this?”
She gave a vehement nod. “Yes. I highly value privacy.”
He rose, the leisurely movement a counterpoint to the rapid beat of her heart. “Right now, there is a bigger rights violation to consider.”
“What’s that?”
In three steps he was in front of her and hauling her against his chest. He dipped his head and seized her earlobe, his teeth sinking in without thought to her pain or pleasure. Giving her both effortlessly. “You’re mine, Marcia Daly. Lock, stock and notebook.”
“Galvin.” She turned her head so he could take more of her flesh into his mouth. “I’m not using Daly anymore. I’m a Galvin. I’m…shit, bite me again.”
He laughed and sealed his lips around her pulse, drawing hard to mark her skin. The resulting thrum of excitement echoed through her body. “I like Marcia Galvin.”
“Do you?”
“I do.” He shoved her jeans down so he could cup her cheeks. Handy that she’d worn her baggiest pair to mope in today. “God, I love your ass.”
She frowned at him as he traced his fingertip up and down her crack. He’d had the perfect opening to reveal his unending love for her. Instead he’d commented on her butt. Which she appreciated and all, but really?
“What about me?” she asked.
He tugged off her jeans. “What about you?”
As he spread open-mouthed kisses down her throat, she shivered at the cold press of the notebook’s metal spiral into her belly and breasts. “Uhh.”
“That’s better. Stop talking. Start feeling.”
“On it. Do that again. With your teeth. Right fucking there.” She gasped at the jagged seesaw of his teeth between her neck and shoulder. He answered her directive, repeating the move over and over while he fumbled up her sweatshirt and pried out the notebook she so didn’t care about at the moment. He tossed it onto the coffee table then hoisted her up into his arms so easily she got lightheaded.
A man’s strength always made her a little dizzy. This man’s in particular. He already held so much of her that when he took possession of her body too, her brain tended to vacate the premises.
Like right now.
He backed up to the couch and sat down so that she straddled his lap. “I want you,” he whispered, drawing her sweatshirt up and off. He sculpted her breasts with his hands, his gaze ravenous. “All of you. More than I’ve ever wanted anyone.”
Her pussy heated as fast as her mouth dried. “Then take me.”
“Tonight we’ll take each other.”
