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I turned in his embrace, my back against the counter. I lifted my leg to rest it on his hip, opening myself up to him. His hand delved between my legs, his fingers teasing the purple satin underwear I wore.

He found me wet and ready when he slipped his finger inside me. My back bowed as pleasure skated down my spine.

Boxer continued to torment me.

“Say it,” he demanded. “Give me the words, Doc.”

“Boxer…”

He pulled his finger from me and then he tugged down his sweats, freeing himself. Boxer pushed my underwear aside and tormented my entrance with the crown of his shaft.

I felt just the tip of him at first and then my body swallowed him, welcoming him inside me.

Our moans echoed off the kitchen walls. I tried to get my bearings by grasping for the counter, but all I did was knock the egg carton and bowl to the floor.

He rammed into me harder, his hand curling around my hip.

“Say it,” he said, his silver eyes meeting mine.

I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood.

“Say it,” he said again, this time softer. He stilled inside of me, refusing to move.

“Blackmail,” I snapped. “Not fair.”

“All’s fair in love and war, Doc. Say it and then I’ll make you scream my name.”

“Too charming and too arrogant,” I said.

He rolled his hips, and I felt him everywhere inside of me. My body was no longer my own, but his to worship and pleasure.

Boxer’s hands left my hips to slide up my arms and then to cup my cheeks, so I was forced to stare into his unyielding gaze.

He swiped his thumbs at the corners of my eyes, waiting, seemingly eternally patient.

“I’m not ready,” I whispered. “Please, I just need—”

His lips silenced my fears and ignited my body in pleasure.

My moans of desire reverberated off the walls as he began to thrust again and again. If anything, he used me harder, pleasured me deeper.

His hand slid to the nape of my neck as he came.

Our breathing was labored, and he was heavy, but I never wanted him to move.

I reached down and clasped his butt, dragging him even closer.

He shuddered with raw gratification. “I knew this kitchen had a better use than for cooking.”

And then he eased out of me. He tucked himself back into his sweats as he looked around at the carnage. “Yeah, we’ll be going out for breakfast.”

I brushed a kiss along his stubbly jaw. “Shower first.”

“Okay, but keep your hands to yourself, woman, or we’ll never get out of here.”

Chapter 23

He took me to a café.The hostess showed us to a booth, and instead of sitting across from me, Boxer slid into the seat next to me. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and tucked me into his side.

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