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Grabbing a robe from behind the door, she pulled it on, stalking through the open-plan apartment to the front door.
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    "Okay, okay, I'm coming. Keep your bloody hair on!" she hissed and forgot everything she knew about personal safety to throw the door open. Sure this was a secure block, but someone determined could always scale the fence or shimmy down a drainpipe or whatever the terminally obsessed did these days.
    "Are you bloody mad ? Do you always open the door without checking who it is first?"
    Zette's eyes widened at the tall male figure filling the doorway, snapping a demand at her in lieu of a greeting. JJ.
    She'd have preferred the deranged stalker.
    "Oh yes, all the time!" she threw back and shot him a withering look, one he completely ignored as his gaze raked over her, noting the fluffy, overlarge bathrobe and her bare feet.
    "Do you have anything on under there? You haven't, have you? So you answered the door without knowing who it was or even bothering to check and practically naked as well!" His voice was low, tight with anger as he glared down at her, stepping through the door and forcing her to back up. It was that or be trampled.
    She cast a glance down at the towelling robe. It covered her from neck to mid-calf. Sexy and revealing it was not. "Not exactly naked," she argued, "not that it's any of your damn business what I answer the bloody door in!"
    His reply was a look so hot it could have stripped paint, making it bubble and melt off any surface his hazel eyes rested upon. Zette sucked in a breath as he advanced on her, slamming the door behind him with a savage twist of his 49
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    torso. She shivered as her nipples pebbled under the robe, the sensitive peaks rubbing against the towelling. Towelling which had felt so soft when she'd pulled the robe on but now seemed designed to abrade her sensitive flesh, sending shooting sparks of arousal through her body directly to her clit. Colour blazed in her cheeks. She was sick, twisted in the head if she could get turned on by this sort of behaviour. By his anger, he looked as though he either wanted to throttle her or devour her.
    She backed up, JJ stalking her, until the back of her hips bumped the console table to one side of the large hall. In an instant he was on her, hard hand sliding around the back of her neck as his other wrapped around her waist, boosting her up onto the table. She heard the ornaments hit the carpet but it was as though the sound was a long way off, all her attention on the man pushing against her, crowding her with his large, hard body.
    "Well, I'm making it my business." His voice was a low growl of anger and warning as he ripped open the front of her robe. She gasped as cool air washed across her exposed skin; skin that burned as he swept a hot look over her body, lingering on the nipples that were already peaking toward him in invitation before heading down to the neat strip of hair above her mound. Roughly he shoved her legs apart, jamming his hips between them as he leaned closer. "You know what happens when you open the door to me dressed like this?"
    Zette shook her head as he leaned closer, pausing just before his lips touched hers. Arousal hummed through her 50
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    body, all her senses teetering on the knife edge of anticipation.
    "You get fucked. Fucked long and hard," he promised, taking her lips in a hard kiss. At the same time his fingers parted the lips of her sex, brushed her clit once in preparation before he thrust two fingers inside her.
    She moaned, almost coming apart there and then. Liquid heat filled every cell of her body, her pussy clenching around his fingers. The kiss was hot and hard, a brand of ownership and warning, allowing her no chance to regain her composure as he fucked her with his fingers. His thumb circled her aching clit at the same time, driving her need higher.
    "Oh God." Her breathing was ragged when he lifted his head,