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winked at her.
    “Ordinarily speaking, I’d be expected to share you with the boys, but I’m gonna pull rank and keep you to myself.”
    “That … that is … what ?”
    Jeanette could hardly hear over the blood rushing in her ears, and when Ty pulled her close she gratefully leaned on him. It was that or fall down. What in the hell had she let herself in for?
    “You do that?” she finally asked, when she managed to project her voice with some semblance of its usual cadence.
    “Usually speaking, but, if it makes you feel any better, Ren set a precedent with his Susie, one I aim to shamelessly exploit, so relax.”
    “Precedent?”  Jeanette was painfully aware that she was giving her best parrot impression here, and she wasn’t usually lost for words, but really, what was she supposed to make of this?
    Ty flicked her nose with his index finger and laughed.
    “Don’t worry about it. I’ll make sure the boys know you’re mine.”
    Something twisted inside her at those possessive words, especially as he’d dropped his voice on the last one. It made the imp in her rebel, and she stalked back to where she’d left her bag and car keys.
    “I’m not yours ,” she said, once she’d retrieved her bag and turned to glare across the stage at him. Not that it had any effect on the infuriating man. Arms crossed over his impressive chest, he was leaning against the pole with an insolent smile on his lips. He made no move to disguise the fact that he had clearly been checking out her ass, bent over as she had been in the process of gathering her belongings. Judging by that sudden flare of heat in his dark gaze, he’d liked what he’d seen. “I’m not.” She reiterated her earlier statement, and Ty laughed and ran a hand through his mop of black hair. It made it all stand up in disarray, and gave him that just out of bed look, which made him even more edible.
    Like it or not, her body wanted this guy, as much as he wanted her if the long, hard outline of his cock, clearly visible in his joggers was any indication. Ty had pulled his vest top out of his waistband, but the action did little to hide the evidence of how well hung he appeared to be.
    Jeanette fought another blush at her wayward thought processes. They were most unlike her, after all. According to her last few unfortunate encounters with men—she refused to call them boyfriends—she was a frigid, unresponsive bitch.
    More like they hadn’t come even close to revving her motor like this guy did with just one heated look.
    He moved toward her now, all stealth and intent, and for the life of her Jeanette couldn’t move a muscle, or look away from the glittering intensity in his dark eyes. They weren’t completely black, as she’d first thought, because flecks of amber showed in them now, as he grasped her chin with one hand, and pulled her right into his hard frame by grabbing her ass.
    She had a second’s warning before his mouth crashed down on hers with a growl.
    “Mine.”
     

Chapter Three
     
    Ty expected her to fight the kiss. Instead, Jeanette melted against him. With a small sigh she opened to the insistent strokes of his tongue along her full lips. It meant her sweet breath mingled with his, and Ty brought his hand around to fist it in her hair. A whimper escaped the woman in his arms, and when she brought her arms around to lock them around his neck, he threw all caution to the wind.
    Just like he’d suspected she would, Jeanette gave no quarter in the kissing department. She kissed him back with ever bolder flicks of her tongue against his, while she pressed her tits into his chest, and he ground his rock hard dick into her pussy. Even through the layers of clothing separating them, her wet heat called him. The sweet musk of aroused woman filled his nostrils. When he massaged her ass cheek on the way down, she moaned into his kiss again, and spread her legs of her own accord to give him better access.
    It was Ty’s turn to groan into the