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couldn’t believe he had the nerve to
ask, or to show up at her door as if nothing was amiss. “You’re a married man.
That’s what’s wrong!” she said, overwhelmed with the urge to slap his face.
    He looked over her shoulder and then back at her. “Do you
think we could have this conversation inside?”
    She breathed heavily. “No. We’re not having a conversation
in or out…or ever! We are done here,” she stated firmly, starting to close the
door.
    Ben loomed over her, powerful and ruthless and ready to do
battle. He stepped forward, stopping her from shutting the door in his face.
Keeping his gaze locked with hers, he clasped his long, strong fingers on her
wrist and pushed the door wide open with his other hand.
    “We’re not done. Certainly not done talking, so stop acting
crazy. Now get in or I’ll throw you over my shoulder and do it myself.”
    She blinked in shock. He wasn’t going to deny being married
or apologize for his deceit. Instead, he was using his physical strength to
subdue her. Next he might try to convince her to forget he was someone else’s
husband. She glared at him. “You wouldn’t da—” She stopped at the narrowing of
his eyes and reared back when he let go of her wrist, but before she could
escape Ben grabbed her by the waist and threw her over his shoulder. Aroused by
his commanding behavior, she hid the shivers racing up her spine with the
pounding of her fists on his back as he kicked the door shut and walked across
the living room.
    “Ben, put me down! Ben!”
    Unceremoniously thrown onto the couch, she bounced up like a
jack-in-the-box but was stopped from getting away, his strong body pinning her
to the sofa. She shoved him away. “Get off me! Get off me, you Neanderthal, you
liar, you chea—”
    Ben cut the flow of insults by covering her mouth with his,
then he rubbed and nipped her lower lip with an onslaught of kisses, making her
mouth all swollen and wet. When she finally opened her lips and his tongue
stroked hers, she let out a helpless little cry and wrapped her arms around his
neck, kissing him back with equal desperation.
    Braced on one elbow, and not quite so gently, Ben tugged at
her T-shirt, exposing her breasts. She shimmied in a feeble attempt to get away
from him but he leaned more into her, blocking her movements.
    “Keep still,” he said as his gaze roamed from her breasts to
her face, then back to her breasts. “God, I’ve missed you!” He rasped his face
dark, feral and full of desire.
    His words nearly edged out the anger in her as passion raged
through her body. When he cupped one breast and ran his thumb back and forth
across her nipple, her eyes closed, anger no longer on her mind. He circled the
tip with his tongue, then the edge of his teeth nipped her tit and sensation
coiled low in her belly. Her breasts grew heavy and tight from his handling.
She arched against his straining erection, her nails clawing his shoulders. He
chuckled and shifted down, evidently pleased with himself, and she mildly
considered kicking him in the balls. But then she would be cutting her nose to
spite her face. She needed him intact. She rose on her elbows and watched him
swiftly remove her sweatpants and panties, then wink at her as he threw her
clothes on the floor. The combination of dark looks, wicked gaze and urgent
moves were so overwhelming she dropped back against the cushions in surrender.
Oh hell, she couldn’t think straight with her pulse thumping a crazy beat and
all her tender spots on high alert. She’d deal with their issue later. Much
later, she’d guessed by the hunger she saw in his eyes.
    He cupped her breasts with his large warm hands and ripples
of pleasure bolted from each plumped peak down to her hot and very wet pussy. A
low moan reverberated in her throat. “Mmm, yes.” Ben laughed huskily, sliding
down her torso, and she gave an internal groan when he strung a trail of kisses
on her rib cage, belly and hip, then covered her