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forward and with a finger beneath her chin, closed her mouth. She jerked her face away. Beau made the mistake of chuckling at her show of defiance, underestimating her. He didn’t see the hand coming his way until it was nearly too late.
     
              His fingers wrapped around her wrist just before her hand connected with his jaw. For a moment, they played tug of war, but Beau refused to let her go. She couldn’t win against him and for some reason he was enjoying the exchange. Touching Marissa again so soon, for any reason, was fueling the fire in his blood again, and at an alarming rate. What the fuck is the matter with me?
     
              She gasped and gave one hard pull. “Do you mind?”
     
              Beau pulled back just as sharply, until her body was flush against his. Their gazes clashed. “Are you sure you want to continue this? You won’t win against me. I’m here to protect you.”
     
              “Who’s going to protect me from you?” She snapped, rubbing her wrist when he let her go.
     
              “You should have thought of that before you seduced me out on the runway.”
     
              She had the nerve to look shocked. “Excuse me?”
     
              “Don’t play innocent with me, lady. You knew exactly what you were doing out there. For all you knew I was the killer. But that didn’t stop you from making eye contact with me, pursing those pretty lips, and putting that little extra bounce in your step.”
     
              “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
     
              Then why was she suddenly blushing? Beau shrugged. “I know when a woman’s coming on to me.”
     
              “If you don’t mind, I’d like to dress. I have a dinner engagement and I’m starved.” She opened the door and looked at him expectedly.
     
              Beau glanced at the parade of people walking in the hallway past the door. So she thought she could dismiss him, just like that? He had a feeling Marissa was used to calling the shots. She’s going to learn soon enough that she’s met her match. For now, he was willing to humor her. After he left the room, he heard the door close behind him. He leaned against the opposite wall, crossed his arms, and waited for her highness to emerge. 
     
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              Releasing a sigh of relief, Marissa leaned against the door. Beau Evans was going to be trouble. But she couldn’t deny the instant, hot attraction between them. She had been coming on to him on the runway, he’d been right about that. As soon as they’d made eye contact, she’d flirted with him shamelessly, knowing she was safe and that it wouldn’t go anywhere.
     
              Huh! Little did I know. But one thing was certain-the man knew how to fuck a woman. The after effects were lingering in a pleasurable way.
     
              She untied the belt, let the robe fall to the floor, and then turned toward the mirror. Her hands moved up to her breasts. They were tender to the touch. A tingle in her nipples reminded Marissa of what Beau’s mouth had felt like when he’d been loving them with his teeth and tongue, tweaking them with his fingers. Her flesh was a little red where his whiskers had chafed her.
     
              Remembering what his cock felt like ramming into her body produced a warm rush of renewed excitement inside Marissa’s body. She squeezed her thighs against the itch there, trying to get the image of them fucking out of her mind. She was used to missionary style, but the muscles in Beau’s arms weren’t just for show. He was as strong as he looked. He’d lifted and held her against the wall without much effort. She smiled.  
     
              She went to the wardrobe where her clothes were hanging and yanked them out. It didn’t take her long to slip into her lacey underwear, jeans, and a sweater top. Marissa was low