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burst out of the stairwell on the fourth floor, breathing heavily. Hurrying toward my door, I reach into my pocket for my keys. Except I don't have them.
    He does.
    "Why me?" I groan, dropping my head to the door as defeat courses through me.
     

     
    I'm still standing there when he steps up behind me less than a minute later, so close the heat of his body scorches me. A shiver rolls through my body at the feel of his warm breath blowing just inches from my neck. Fine strands of my hair shift with each exhalation from his lips.
    "Didn't anyone ever tell you not to run from a cop?" he asks, his voice pitched low. He doesn't sound angry though. He sounds…turned on. Before I can react, he cages me in with his arms, one resting on the doorframe beside my head while he unlocks the door for me with the other. He leans in, so close I can feel his lips shaping his next words against my ear. "Do that again and you won't be able to sit down for a week, kitten."
    A whimper rolls from my lips, heat blasting through me at his threat. My core clenches, my stomach contracting.
    I spin around to face him, banging the back of my head against the doorframe in the process.
    His eyes are on fire, lust and frustration turning them a stormy gray.
    "I―"
    "Inside," he commands, leaving no room for argument in that single word.
    I swallow convulsively as he pushes the door open and backs me inside, stalking me.
    I have no idea what he's going to do when the door closes behind him. Spank me? Fuck me?
    A case of nerves―or overpowering desire―makes me tremble.
    He notices. Something flares in his gaze, that same wicked something that drew me in at Mitch's and again at the Red Room . That naughty, bossy bastard who knows exactly how to bring a girl to her knees. The one who knows precisely how far to push to make her beg for it, and how much pleasure she can handle before she breaks. That look should be illegal. He hasn't even touched me and I think I'm going to come.
    Sweet Jesus.
    I back away another step and then another, eyeing him warily as I try to decide if I should make a run for it and pray like I hell I get a door locked between us before he catches me, or if I should stay right where I am and let him show me all those filthy things that glint in his eye tells me he's so, so willing to deliver.
    "Stop," he says, kicking the door to my apartment closed.
    I immediately stop walking backward and drop my gaze to the floor. The laptop bag in my hand goes with it, falling with a dull thud to the carpeting beside my feet.
    Detective Lewis strides toward me, barely making a sound, or maybe he's stomping and I just can't hear him over the pounding of my heart. He stops in front of me and wraps his hand around the side of my neck, tilting my chin up until my gaze meets his.
    "You're a submissive little thing, aren't you?" he asks.
    Submissive?
    What?
    "I'm not…"
    He must see the shock on my face because his eyes widen and then that wicked smirk tips the corners of his lips up. The dark, smooth sound of his laugh rips through me, exactly like it did on the phone the other day. His finger sweeps across my bottom lip.
    "Oh, kitten, you are definitely submissive," he says, flashing me that dimple.
    "I'm―"
    He cocks a brow and I instantly stop talking.
    Okay, so maybe I am a little submissive. Just a tiny bit.
    "Your mouth drives me crazy," he mumbles, running his thumb over my lip again. I think he's talking to himself more than me this time, his gaze distracted, following the path his finger takes. "I can't stop thinking about getting in there. Bet those lips would feel like velvet around my cock, wouldn't they?"
    Those murmured, filthy words pull a low moan from somewhere deep inside. I can't look away from him. The heat in his gaze, the way his lips move as they shape each syllable, and the sight of his pulse thrumming in his throat…it's almost hypnotic, ensnaring me. I can't drag myself away from him. I don't want to pull away.
    "Didn't