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I’m leaving chasing the princess for answers. I fixed up her car when FedEx arrived, and I’m gonna give her the keys, send her on her way, and not ask her a damned thing. Yep. That’s what I tell myself the next afternoon as I don my hat and head to Vintage Café for a donut and a coffee. I’m leaving it all alone.
Just going to have something sweet and something with caffeine.
It’s a slow day, and I went for a grueling run and hit the weights this morning, so, yeah, fucking reward time.
I almost knock a sweet-smelling Sidney on her ass as she’s coming out. “Fancy meeting you here.”
“Dakota told me the croissants were amazing.” She narrows her eyes. “Are you stalking me?”
“You wish, Princess.”
I’m about to let her go when I look up and catch a glimpse of that rat-like guy heading our way. Without a thought to the scandal I’m going to create, or her pastries, I drop my hat on her head, spin her and crush her to me, buttery goodness and all.
Then kiss her.
Hard.
ChapterTen
Sidney
The kiss sweeps me right off my toes and lands me smack down into a world that spins.
It’s hard, breath-stealing, and over in moments.
“Wha—”
“I’m going to kiss you again, scandalize Mrs. Leary, who’s staring, mouth agape, or I can just let you go and hand you to your fiancé.”
Cold rushes me. “I don’t have a fiancé.”
“So put your arms around my neck and kiss me back.”
I do. Cold and heat clash. One’s from fear, the other’s lust, pure lust, a singing thing that makes me want to soar. The fear threatens to bring me crashing.
And I kiss him back.
Instead of the words they’ve found me pounding through my brain like they should, they float, somewhere I don’t care about because every other part of me is filled with Mack.
His mouth is pure heat. Wet in the right ways. Firm and coaxing. This isn’t just a kiss of clumsy espionage students, it’s a kiss to build a world on.
His tongue dances with mine, and every single sense is in overload.
He tasted like dark sex, need, and desire. He feels hot and strong, those muscles safe and thrilling. He smells like gasoline and engine grease, and the fresh other edge is tempered by butter.
Who knew butter could be so erotic?
Then he lifts his head, only to brush those lips like a lingering caress against mine. “He’s gone, but I think I went and fuckin’ ruined your reputation.”
“And my pastries.”
He chuckles against my ear. “Fuck, Princess. You might have yourself some magic powers. Able to turn a man hard with a touch of your lips.”
A thrill races through me.
The images in my head, of just how I could do something like that to him, and where my lips could do it.
Horror streaks in right after the thrill. “Oh, God.”
