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rubbed his eyes and stared at Ashley, as oblivious to Marcus as he was every other passenger on the train. Only the blonde angel existed in his world right then.
    Not so angelic at the moment, not the way she was touching herself and staring right back.
    I know what he’s dreaming about, Marcus told her.
    Hearing his voice again after the brief hiatus, her eyes brightened. You’re back!
    Oliver’s dreams aren’t too unlike what you were imagining.
    Oh? Her throat moved as she swallowed.
    He’s an aggressive man, Marcus told her. He doesn’t like to wait for what he wants, and is willing to take big risks to get it.
    Like you?
    Surprised, Marcus laughed. No, not like me. I’m just a spoiled mischief-maker. That’s what my father always says, anyway.
    She glanced at the ceiling of the train, as if scanning the heavens. Your father?
    Now why had he brought up his family? He meets one mortal who can talk to him and he starts spilling all his dreary secrets. Don’t worry about him. Oliver’s waiting.
    He certainly was. Grinning, Marcus rubbed his palms together. He’d steal a little taste for himself before sitting back to enjoy the show.
    He slid his hand behind her soft warm neck, enjoying the way she gasped, and drew her up on tiptoes for a quick kiss. Her eyes fluttered shut, a small kittenish sound escaping from the back of her throat. The arousing sound inflamed him. Unable to resist stealing another moment, Marcus clouded Oliver’s mind as he caressed his hand down the gentle curve of Ashley’s back to the swell of her bottom. He pulled her hard against his pelvis while his tongue licked along the seam of her lips. To his deep satisfaction, she mewled again. Heady with the taste of her innocence, he ground his arousal against her belly to show her how hot she was.
    The car screeched into another station. Barely in time, Marcus pulled away from Ashley and stopped Oliver from getting up to leave through the open doors. Marcus had clouded his mind so effectively, the man thought the fun was already over.
    Sorry, he told Ashley. Not my turn. With a flick of his wrist, the doors shut, the lights dimmed, and the train rumbled onward while Ashley found herself compelled to smile seductively into Oliver’s hungry, appreciative gaze.
    * * *
    She still wasn’t convinced the voice in her mind didn’t belong to the businessman with the black eyes. He was watching her so intently, whereas nobody else spared her a glance, though she was stripped open to her underwear.
    Even the two rough-looking guys, sitting right next to where she stood, decked out in soiled blue work shirts and jeans, kept talking to each other about some game the night before. They should’ve seen her—she was right there, her ridiculously exposed body barely a foot away from their animated faces—but their gazes swept past her as if she were invisible.
    Like he is, she thought.
    I can make them see you if you’d like, the voice said.
    Her heart beat faster. No, no, of course not. Her fingers reached up to pull her sweater shut again.
    His low chuckle made her shiver. Suit yourself. Just Oliver, then. For now.
    She licked her lips and let her eyes drift across the car to the man reclining in the seat with the newspaper in his lap. A slow, predatory grin spread across his face.
    A bolt of desire shot through her, landing somewhere deep between her legs. Oh, she wanted him. From the way she’d been acting, he probably thought she was an experienced, easy woman, maybe even a prostitute.
    Shane’s insult reverberated in her mind. Whore. Just because she wanted to feel something, to use the body God gave her.
    But she knew nothing. How could she please this gorgeous man she didn’t even know? She felt paralyzed and ignorant—as if not one of the hundred fantasies she harbored about what a man could do to a woman had ever crossed her mind.
    Cursing herself for her cowardice, Ashley reached out to the railing for support and ducked her head, one hand