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from the room, nose held high in the air, and passed him without a word.
    Had she not been trying so hard to ignore him, she would’ve noticed the quick hot look of anger he tossed at her when he saw how she was dressed, or the way he stared at her ass as he followed her down the hall, or the clenching of his teeth when the boy escorting her put his hand to the small of her back as they left. Weston thought quickly of the last time he’d had his hand on the small of her back and imagined briefly choking the young Chavez instead. He stood at attention just a few feet away as they’d eaten dinner. And then followed discreetly behind as they purchased tickets to a romantic comedy. He nearly lost the battle not to throttle the young man when Weston noticed him staring down Kelly’s blouse.
    In what life had he sinned so badly that he was now forced to accompany his woman on a date with another man? He thought to himself, and then nearly choked when he realized he had thought of her as his woman. Good God, when had that happened? Just then Kelly’s date had leaned over to make his move and Weston kicked the back of her seat.
    Kelly felt the jolt throughout her body and knew instantly she’d been kicked. Glancing back at Weston for the first time all evening, she glared at him and he motioned his head toward the door. She considered ignoring him but knew she wouldn’t be able to.
    â€œPlease excuse me, Roberto.” She quietly asked her companion, “I’ll be right back. Tell me what I miss?” At his nod, she slid from the row and marched through the door into the dark empty hall of the theater, Weston quick on her heels. “What the fuck is your problem? You kicked me. You’re not even supposed to be on tonight,” she forced out through clenched teeth without turning around. He answered from behind her in an equally furious undertone.
    â€œYou know what the problem is and I kicked your seat not you. And you’ve no idea how much I wish I had said no when Templeton asked me to switch with him. Mind telling me what you think you’re doing with that little boy?” He entered the ladies room first, quickly checked it for safety before allowing her to enter.
    â€œWhat does it look like we’re doing? I thought Secret Service went for brains not just brawn? My mistake.” He had her against the wall, his mouth on hers before she knew what had hit her. She responded out of habit and desire, she wanted him so much. When she felt his hand slide to her breast she pushed him back. “Don’t touch me, asshole. You can’t just turn me on and off like I’m a goddamn faucet. You wanted it to be over, it’s over. Deal with it.”
    He pressed her into the wall, his lips hovering just over hers. “You’re mine, Kelly. No one, especially not that boy out there, touches you but me. Understand?”
    He cut off her response with his mouth. His lips moved gently against hers and instinct had Kelly parting her lips and meeting his tongue with her own. Slowly she tasted him and enjoyed the slightly rough texture of his tongue on hers. Her arms lifted and she linked her hands behind his neck, tilted her pelvis and he could feel the heat through both their clothes. He broke from her mouth and his tongue darted across her jaw to her ear and then to the sensitive spot just behind it. “Mmm, Michael,” she breathed.
    He stopped. Kelly opened her eyes and was looking directly into his. They were dark and full of something indescribable. “Never call me Weston again,” he told her, and took her mouth again. This time it was dark and fast. He nipped her lips with his teeth and when he thrust his tongue into her mouth she sucked hard on the fleshy probe the way she sucked on his cock. His hand shot under her skirt and panties and into her already damp pussy. She felt his fingers inside her stroking the seeping walls and his thumb rubbing her