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might refuse. Nathan couldn’t let that happen, not if he wanted his plan to work. He bent his head and swooped down for another fiery kiss. She was a bit hesitant, but as expected fell into his thrall soon enough.
    This time when he pulled back she nodded.
    Her palm was soft against his as he led her back to their table. He pretended not to notice the subtle thumbs up London gave Shakira when she informed them that she was leaving with him, but it started a bitter taste in his mouth. Shakira was playing him and even her friends knew it.
    We’ll see who’s playing who.
    The freezing air bit into his face the moment they stepped out of the club. Shakira trembled slightly beside him, rubbing her arms in swift up and down motions.
    “You’re cold.” It wasn’t a question. His next action was automatic. It was only once he removed his hoodie and handed it to her that he realized what he’d just done.
    Damn! He cussed underneath his breath. He wasn’t supposed to feel protective of her. The handing of the hoodie should’ve been strategic not protective.
    “Thank you.” Her voice was soft as she snuck a sideways glance at him.
    He forced himself to smile and snaked an arm around her waist drawing her closer to the side of his body. Her soft warmth melted into his own prickling at his hardened heart. There was just something about this woman that made it so easy to blur the lines between reality and fantasy.
    Her subtle jasmine scent tickled his senses as they walked to his car, awakening his smoldering desire as did the brush of her body against his with every step. Nathan couldn’t help himself. The moment they got to the black Bugatti, he turned her and dipped in for a kiss.
    She met his lips like she’d been waiting for it. His tongue swept over her lower lip, then slipped into her mouth and touched hers. The tangle of their tongues and press of their bodies against each other was as elemental as it was powerful. It awoke his hunger for more than she was offering.
    He moved his hand between them to cup her tit. She fit perfectly in his palm. Was everything about this woman perfect? The strategist in him roared in frustration while the man in him crowed in satisfaction. She arched into him when he squeezed the tempting flesh.
    “You like that?” He molded and tweaked the tip of her nipple earning himself a furtive nod. It was only then that he realized that Shakira was the silent type of lover. He liked his women to scream their passion and tonight he was going to make her scream if it killed him.
    She wound her arms around his neck pressing her breasts harder against his hand, her thighs against his and her tummy against his dick. Nathan traced the lines of her back smoothly as he slid his other hand lower down until he was cupping her ass.
    He caught her rushed breath in his mouth, enjoying her response as well as the pert flesh in his hands. A slight lift and her pussy was perfectly aligned with his cock. His grind into her wasn’t even subtle. Neither was her lifting her leg and curling it over his. They needed to get a room.
    When he released her abruptly, her breathing was as uneven as the pace of his heart was. “Come on let’s go home.”
    Neither of them spoke on the way which Nathan was grateful for. He appreciated a woman who didn’t need to fill silence with empty chatter. The silence allowed him to get his head back in the game – or as back in the game as it could get considering how hard he was. Was she as turned on as he was? He snuck a glance towards her but she was staring out the window.
    With it being so late, traffic was thin. However by the time Nathan pulled up in front of the building that marked his –her - apartment, the heat between them had cooled significantly and Shakira was looking decidedly green at the gills.
    “Are you okay?” he asked as he reached across the seat. She jumped slightly at his touch on her wrist throwing him a wide-eyed look.
    She swallowed hard.