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That was all it took. He snapped.
His fingers clamped around my hips and ground me closer into his hardness, and his lips claimed mine. I gave in with a soft moan and opened my lips to meet his invading tongue. He kissed me until I couldn’t breathe. Until I forgot my name. Until all I knew was this man under me, squeezing my butt gently, devouring me with his hungry lips.
And just when I was about to go under, to forget the whole world but the feel of being in his arms, Marcus raised his head and rested his temple against mine. We both struggled to catch our breaths, and I remembered that I was supposed to teach him a lesson. But for the life of me, I couldn’t remember what it was.
I got to my feet and stepped away from him on shaky legs.
“Well, that was fun, but I obviously can’t take any money for it because there was… ah… touching. Club rules,” I stammered.
“I wouldn’t insult you by offering,” he replied, getting to his feet and moving closer to me.
I wanted to back away because I couldn’t handle the feelings Marcus evoked in me, but I held my ground. It was one thing to be completely overwhelmed by the man, and it was quite another to show it.
“This was a mistake, Celine. I’m sorry. I never meant to touch you,” he said softly.
And I have to admit that it stung. Way more than it should have.
I know it was supposed to be a game. We were both messing with each other. But it still pissed me off to see him dismiss it so easily.
“Don’t worry about it, Marcus. It was just a lap dance,” I said off-handedly, turning to walk away from him.
I was still shaking from the kiss - if I could call it that - and I needed to stand under the shower for a long time before I could even begin to process what had just happened. But Marcus swung me around and dragged me closer.
“Is this the kind of lap dance you dish out all the time?” he asked furiously.
I pulled my hand out of his angry grip and glared at him. What the hell was he implying?
“If I gave anyone that kind of service at the club, I’d be arrested for prostitution, Mr Donovan,” I spat. “ And I am not a whore.”
CHAPTER 7
MARCUS
Celine was furious, and I didn’t blame her.
“I didn’t mean to imply anything of the sort,” I said stiffly.
“Then what did you mean?”
I wondered that too. But I had no answer to the question. All I knew was that the thought of Celine touching anyone else like that, dancing for them so seductively made me want to burn down her club.
I knew I had no rights over her. She was a free woman, and yet… I wanted to pay off all her debt so she wouldn’t have to set foot in that club over again. I sighed heavily.
I was getting in way over my head. I had just met the woman. I knew nothing about her. So why did I care if her hair brushed against someone else’s face while she gyrated over his lap? I
t wasn’t my fault, I decided. As a child, I had never learnt to share my toys. I didn’t have to, because my mother and Aunt Fee bought two of everything - one for Luke, and one for me. And I had carried that attitude into my relationships. I never shared.
Well, this wasn’t a relationship. This was a… situation. A decidedly uncomfortable one, at that, and it was all my fault.
All I had to do was check on Celine and make sure she was fine. And while it wouldn’t have been kind to just walk away after the drive-by shooting, I didn’t have to check into the Ritz-Carlton with her. I could have dropped her off at a hotel of her choice and walked away from the whole thing. But for some reason, I couldn’t walk away from this woman. At least, not yet.
But I had no business kissing her. That had to stop. All of it. The kissing, the fantasizing, the fucking lap dances. Celine didn’t need a hookup. Right now, she needed a friend she could trust. And I was going to be that friend.
“I’m sorry, Celine. I was way out of line,” I began.
“Yes, you were!” she broke in angrily.
I took a deep breath and tried not to react.
