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altogether. And when she uttered a throaty moan and her tongue peeped out to touch his, he nearly lost his mind.
    He changed the angle of his head and deepened the kiss, holding her in place with one hand to her chin. The other roved.  
    God, she was amazing. He drew his palm over the flare of her hips. It dipped in at her waist and then rose up her ribcage. He nearly passed out when he skimmed the underside of her breast. Nearly passed out because all the blood in his brain shot straight to his cock. His whole body thrummed with every beat of his heart.
    He cupped her and she made another charming little noise. When he scraped a thumb over her nipple, she whimpered.  
    He longed to suck it. Draw it into his mouth and nibble and nip. Make her thrash.  
    He lifted her up onto the table and when she started to protest, he shifted his attention to her neck, nuzzling her there, right behind her earlobe. She gasped and garbled a word that might have been “more” and dug her nails into his shoulders.  
    He loved that as he drew her higher, teased her to a fever pitch, her responses became like his—feral.  
    He’d known she’d be like this in her passion. Wild. Unrestrained. Demanding. He loved it. Fucking loved it…but he wanted, needed, more.
    He fumbled with the buttons on her blouse.
    His euphoria tumbled into the dark abyss when she stopped him. He pulled back to look at her, although pulling back was the last damned thing he wanted right now. Fortunately, a tiny chunk of his brain was still functioning. It reminded him he’d been raised to be a gentleman.
    He could go for the jugular again. He could renew his attack on the sensitive spot he’d found, the one at the base of her neck that made her warble and squirm and arch into his cock with a mind-bending pressure. He could make her forget whatever stupid objection she was about to present.  
    But he wanted more than a mindless fuck with Kristi.
    He wanted a lot more.
    “What is it?” he asked. And damn, his voice was rough. He barely got the words out.
    “You–you said one kiss.”
    “I wasn’t done yet.”
    She laughed as she pushed him away and rose from where he’d splayed her on the table.
    Yeah. He’d been ready—he was ready—to fuck her on the dining room table.
    Some evil ifrit in his head howled at the idea of all the future meals they’d share. Here. At this table. And none of the other Dawgs would know the manner in which he and Kristi had defiled it.
    Lucy would fucking kill him if he screwed her business partner—or anyone for that matter—on her dining room table.
    But then, Lucy would never know.
    And his cock was rather insistent.
    His cock wanted to be in her. Now .
    He reached for her. Stroked her neck, teasing that tender spot.
    She shivered but stepped out of his reach, twining her fingers together as though she need to restrain herself from grabbing him again.  
    Then again, that could have been hopeful thinking on his part.
    “We need to talk, Cam.”
    He sucked in a deep breath and blew it out slowly in an attempt to regain control of his wayward lust. Fuck. A conversation. He hated conversations. Especially at moments like this. Right now his warrior was riding high. He wanted nothing more than to conquer. Storm the castle. Plow through her defenses. His battering ram was primed and ready to go.
    And she was calling a halt.
    Fuck.
    “Okay.” He turned away. He couldn’t look at her.   Not now that he knew . Knew what she felt like in his arms. Knew what she tasted like. Knew how fucking responsive she could be when he—
    “Protection.”
    One word. As though she couldn’t manage any more than that. And forced out to boot.
    And, ah. That word.
    He whipped around and gaped at her, his pulse rushing in his ears. She wasn’t calling a halt. She was…negotiating surrender. A bolt of electricity sizzled through him. “Did you say protection?”
    She shrugged. Just a tiny lift of one shoulder but it made him zero in on