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come up with an alternate plan,” Patrick said with amusement tinkling his voice. He didn’t laugh enough.
    Alex stood, storming to the door in quick even strides. She glared down at me, her expression blank as she shook her head.
    As the door closed behind her, Patrick said to himself, “She’ll come up with something, she always does.”

Chapter 3
    I rounded the desk, sashaying my hips just a little to catch his attention. I loved the way his eyes followed me. I leaned up against the hard oak, our legs a breath from touching.
    “How bad is it?” I asked, folding my arms over my chest as I peered down into his dark, intelligent eyes. He yanked me down into his lap, wrapping his arms around me in a tight grasp that felt too much like desperation. I shook that feeling off and reveled in the safe, happy feeling I always had in his arms. Like I finally belonged.
    He’s ours. We will protect him, purred happily through my mind.
    “I won’t let anything happen to you if I can help it,” he said into my hair, his breath cool against my ear. He squeezed me just a bit tighter as if to reassure himself instead of me.
    “I don’t want you to do anything dangerous,” I bit out, backing away from him. I wanted to see his eyes and make him understand, I meant what I said. Resignation filled his expression. “Do you understand?” I asked. He had people that depended on him and someone that loved him. He couldn’t be reckless.
    “I won’t let them touch you,” he growled, soft, dangerous, threatening. He ran a single finger down the line of my neck and over my shoulder where his mark, two translucent puncture scars, was just barely visible on my pale skin. My skin tingled under his fingers and burned for his touch like he’d ignited a fire in my belly. My breasts grew heavy with need and my nipples puckered into rock hard nubs begging to be suckled.
    He jumped to his feet without warning and rested my ass on the edge of the desk. My legs dangled from the edge, my feet almost touching the floor. Patrick pressed his body between my thighs, then clasped my face in his hands.
    I couldn’t look away from the intensity of his gaze or miss the sincerity in his expression.
    “I sometimes forget how delicate you are,” he breathed.
    I bit my lower lip in unspent frustration. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted his body pressed up against mine, his fingers stroking me and his cock buried deep inside my body. I needed him to show me how much he wanted me.
    I panted, waiting for him to kiss me. He was so close. His breath brushed across my lips in a soft caress of cold fire. His rock-hard erection pressed against the inside of my thigh, teasing me. Desire pulsed through his fingertips into my much warmer skin with each small caress.
    He hesitated, but I wasn’t in the mood to let anything hold him back. I needed to feel alive and feel how much he needed me. I needed to know that the risk was worth it. I was more afraid than I wanted to admit. I needed to believe that he loved me with the same desperation that I loved him.
    I closed the distance between us, clutching the shoulders of his shirt in my fists. He hesitated for a moment before crushing his lips down on mine. I slid my tongue between his teeth, threading my fingers through his hair and yanking his head back to consume him whole. I ran my tongue up his neck and over his Adam’s apple in a long, languorous stroke. I tasted the salt of his skin and reveled in the feeling of soft spun silk.
    He jerked my T-shirt up over my head and flung it across the room. I skimmed my fingers over his still-clothed chest, delighting in the feel of every muscle and definition as I grazed his body. He drove me back onto the desk, running his cool hands over my breasts, cupping them and flicking his thumbs across the sensitive tips of my puckered nipples still tucked beneath the lace of my bra. Patrick continued his slow caress of me, gliding his fingers slow and focused, down the length of