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“Be quiet,” he hisses, his eyes widening as the voice continues to increase in volume as whoever the guy talking on the phone is, gets closer.

“Shit,” Dax mutters underneath his breath.

“He was my mate. Not anymore. The fucker deserved it. Could have lost me my job… Yeah, well, he’ll heal. Number one rule, don’t steal the product.”

The man must be seconds away from passing the top of the alleyway where we are standing.

“Dax?” I whisper as he pulls his head back from the corner, his jaw tight as he presses his lips together and sucks in a sharp breath. “Do you know him—?”

Movement at the top of the alley catches my eye, and in a flash, Dax twists his body, turning his back to the man. Then he grabs my face in his hands and crashes his lips onto mine, pulling me into him.

I freeze as his warm lips connect with mine. But then my body takes over, and I part my lips, groaning into his mouth as I welcome his tongue to mine and sink my hands into his hair.

He kisses me with all the passion and dominance I expected a man like him to kiss with. His lips, his tongue, his breath, all mixed with mine in the perfect pressure that has heat pooling low down in my core and making my thighs clench together.

I whimper against his lips as he nips mine between his teeth, sucking in a breath and then kissing me hungrily again, his hand gripping my face and tilting it up toward him, so he has me exactly where he wants me. I press my breasts against his chest, my nipples tightening into painful peaks, aching for his attention.

“Dax…” I tug on his hair, pulling him closer.

And then suddenly I’m cold.

I slump back against the hard stone wall, panting, as he steps away from me and looks out of the alleyway again.

“He’s gone. That was close. Fuck,” Dax hisses, his attention gone from me as I grip onto the wall for support.

“Did you… did you kiss me because you didn’t want him to see you?” I pant, my heart hammering as he finally drags his eyes away from the street and back to mine. “Did you?” I snap.

“You don’t understand. That guy… if he’d seen you—”

“I don’t give a fuck!” I cry, shoving him in the chest as humiliation crashes over me like a wave, making my head spin. Here I am kissing him with everything I have and feeling things, feeling… And to him, it’snothing.A tool to prevent him having to talk to someone he wants to avoid.

I shoulder-pass him out onto the street.

“Rose.” He grabs my arm, yanking me back against the wall and cages me between his arms.

“Let me go.” I shove at his chest again, but he doesn’t move.

“I can’t tell you why. But believe me when I say, if that guy saw you with me tonight, it could cause a whole fuck-ton of trouble that we don’t need.”

I search his face for clues as I lower my voice. “Who is he? Tell me.”

Dax holds my eyes, and for a moment, my heart lifts. He’s going to be honest with me. He’s going to say something that makes sense for once. He’s going to—

“He’s no one you should think about again, Rose.”

My stomach sinks and I shake my head in disgust. “Take me back. I want to go back to the cottage.”

Dax looks at me, his brow furrowed as he studies my face. But I can’t look him in the eye. I don’t want to. Not when all he’s going to do is hide the truth from me.

“If that’s what you want,” he says.

“What I want is for you to stop treating me like I’m helpless. You think I’m this broken girl who can’t do anything for herself. Who can’t cope with the truth.”

“I don’t,” Dax grits. “Believe me, I know how capable you are. I just don’t want you caught up in my shit.” He screws his face up and curses.

The back of my neck grows hot, and I take in a breath as my heart races with how close we are. I can’t believe my body is still reacting to him like this. Like it would swoon at his feet if he were to kiss me again.

Pathetic.

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