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hands into my hair, pulling, then caressing it. Lost in her touch, I groaned and pressed my cock against her belly, producing a shiver and moan from my woman.
    I moved one hand up into her hair and pulled her head back to get a piece of her neck. I kissed behind her ear before taking her pretty little pierced lobe into my mouth. Sucking on it, I wondered if she had any other piercings. That messed with my head big time. If she had piercing on any of her lady bits means she did it for someone else.
    My blood pumped in heated jealousy, and I let the possessive beast that had been hidden in me stake his claim. My other hand wrapped its way from her thigh to her sweet pussy. She was wearing some tight ass jeans, so I only could play with her pussy from the outside. She moaned and pushed her hips up into my touch as I attacked her lovely neck and tasted her skin. I kissed and sucked on her pulse, leaving my mark for all to see.
    I lifted my head just enough to admire my handiwork and then took her lips again. I could feel her tensing on me. I wanted to make her come hard on me and was pleased when I heard her whimper and moan as she came.
    I pulled back and rested my forehead on hers, willing myself not to come. Her hushed cries alone had my cock spewing pre-come. My woman was temptation in the flesh.
    When I stepped away from her after setting her on her feet, I noticed her nipples were hard. My mind and its thoughts went straight to all the men she had to deal with. I needed to keep her from her male clients.
    “If you have any male clients today, give them to someone else,” I commanded in a hush.
    “Why?”
    “Because I don’t want men getting a view of your breasts bouncing in their face while you’re cutting their hair.”
    “You’re being ridiculous,” she laughed.
    “No. I’m being serious,” I warned.
    “I don’t care. I have a business to run. You can just deal with it,” she declared.
    “Sweetheart, don’t try me. I’m not the only one that finds you beautiful. I just don’t want your breasts that belong to me in another motherfucker’s face.”
    “I don’t have my breasts in anyone’s face,” she hissed as she moved toward the door. “Don’t you have to leave?”             
    “Rushing me out now. I have to leave, but let me tell you this. This conversation isn’t over.”
    “It is for me.”
    “Woman,” I snarled before I grabbed her and kissed her goodbye. Moving away only after we were both breathless, I reiterated, “I’ll be here at six. Be ready.”
    “Okay,” she whispered. Her eyes were fuzzy with her afterglow.
    I walked away with a grin. No matter how mad she was at me, my kisses had a calming effect. There was an older lady who gave me a dirty look, so I smiled harder at her.
    “Tad, I’ll be back to pick her up at six, make sure her ass doesn’t cut out on me.”
    “Yes, Stallion,” he replied as licked his lips while he noticeably eyed my junk. I looked down at my cock and it was outlined in my jeans, giving anyone with eyes a show.
    “This ain’t for you. Get over it.”
    “Pity. Claire’s a lucky girl.”
    Actually embarrassed, I had to walk out of there in a hurry. Claire was going to pay for it later.

Chapter 4—Claire
    “Oh, Lord,” I sighed as I fell back against the closed door. “What just happened?”
    I thought I hated him before he walked in the door. The moment he looked at me the hatred for him faded, but grew towards myself. I was a pathetic mess.
    The man was a delicious specimen of hotness. He came in his cowboy boots and belt and my panties were soaked. After calming my racing heart, I walked back to my messy desk and took a seat. I had work to do, and he messed with my head. I needed to get it together—fast.
    There was a knock at the door, and I foolishly got excited thinking he’d come back for more. Tad marched into my office with a big ass grin. I wanted to knock it off his face because I knew why his ass was in