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against him at first. Then her body relaxed and her hand snaked forward, touching his chest. Lips parted as she allowed him to explore her mouth. Their tongues danced as if no time had passed. His fingers curled into the base of her hair, his other hand captured the curve of her bottom.
    He whispered against her lips. “We will kiss a lot, Cassie.”
    He’d expected her to fight, to tell him no. But instead, the kissing intensified. As if the last month hadn’t passed. Memories of their earlier kisses flooded, melting into this one as if a continuation of a timeline not the start of a new era. The way her lips melded against his. The way her fingers pressed and played with the buttons of his shirt, stroking up and down his tie. The soft, sexy mewing sounds she made as their tongues twisted together.
    Fully aroused, he pressed against her, savoring the feel of her softness, wishing away the barriers of their clothes.
    “One more thing.” He pulled away.
    Her fingers reached up to touch her swollen lips Her eyelids fluttered open and a look of confusion crossed through those liquid green orbs as she waited for him to continue.
    “We will make love.”
    They darkened. She slapped him faster than he could reach her hand. “Bastard,” she hissed.
    He cocked a smile as he leaned over her on the door. Her tiny frame fit nicely beneath his. Always had. “And you will ask me for it.”
    Lips pursed, she turned to open the door, but he held it shut. “Stephen Sands, I will not have sex with you. I will not be your whore, or whatever sick, twisted thing you have in mind. God, what makes you th—”
    He leaned in and his lips fastened against hers again. This time she did push at him. For a moment. But the pushing gave way to her hands raking against his back. He pulled away, satisfied with the look of pure arousal on her face. “You will ask me for it.”
    Frustration replaced the arousal as she turned her face away. Good.
    He’d had enough frustration and anger. Cassie owed him. She’d vowed to be his wife, then ran away.
    He wouldn’t push, though. She would give him what he wanted and more. Their chemistry would insure that. Taking a step back, he finally let her reach for the door. “Cassie. Go to your apartment. Do as I told you. We will talk about the rest of this later.”
    She leaned forward, her lip barely caressing his ear as she spoke, “Stephen, you can play with me. You can try to twist things around and make me do as you wish. I will be your wife in public.” Her voice gained power as she moved back. “But understand this, because I will say it only one time. I will never be yours. You may do to me whatever you wish, but you will never make me yours. I am not something you can acquire. And when I leave this time, you will never see me again.”
    “You will do everything I tell you.” He opened the door for her, leaned down and whispered close to her ear, insuring she alone would hear what he had to say. “And you will be mine.”
    ****
    Cassie beat her steering wheel and let out a frustrated scream as she sat in her car. That bastard! That angry, entitled, arrogant, jerk of a man. How dare he think he can take from her? And telling her they’d make love. Though to be honest, making love had never been their problem. Honesty, integrity, actual emotional discourse—that’s what broke them into a million pieces. To imagine making love with him after everything he put her through made her stomach knot into a molten hot ball. “Argh!” she screamed again as she slammed the key into her ignition.
    He might have her for now. He might be able to use Annie, but he would never truly have her.
    Her cell phone rang. “Hello!” she barked.
    “Will you be there?”
    Liz.
    She never told her sister about how things ended with Stephen, or that he wasn’t who he’d said he was. Only that things ended.
    Liz didn’t know she was married. A sharp pain quickly replaced the anger and frustration. “I will, but I