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    She had to press her thighs together and even that didn’t stop the ache there.
     
    You keep asking about the dream, so I’ll tell you. We were at the beach. Alone. Do you like the beach, sweet Lizzie? You were naked and I had my hands on those big, beautiful breasts, squeezing your nipples while you rode my cock. Are you blushing yet, Lizzie?
     
    She had been blushing.
    And her face was flaming red again as she felt Noel’s eyes on her.
    “Liz, I’m sorry I made you feel like you had to do this. This is humiliating you.”
    She gaped at him. “What?”
    “The way they are talking to you, about you…” He reached over and tried to take her hand.
    She jumped out of her seat so fast, it fell over.
    “What?” she said, her voice rusty.
    “This…” He shook his head and waved at the screen. “They’re talking to you like you’re some sort of slut. This is embarrassing for you. I’m sorry I pushed you to this.”
    “A slut.” Eyes burning, she stared at him. “You think they’re treating me like a slut because they want me? That’s supposed to embarrass me?”
    “Men want sex. You’ve made it clear you’re willing to provide it.”
    “Get out.” The words ripped out of her, tight and cold.
    She didn’t know who was more surprised by it, him or her.
    “Now, Elizabeth—”
    “Get out ,” she said again, flinging a hand toward the door.
    Slowly, Noel rose, becoming aware of the people turning their gazes toward them.
    Elizabeth wanted to squirm and draw in on herself, especially under the hard look he was giving her. He snapped her laptop shut and reached up, caught her arm in a tight grip. “If I’d realized you would behave so childishly, I would have waited to have this conversation later. But we can rectify that. Come on. We’ll go to your office and discuss this in private,” he said, his voice brutal and harsh.
    She twisted away, or tried to.
    Now everybody was ignoring them.
    “Let me go and get out of my shop, Noel. We can discuss it later.” Or never , she thought, while something ugly and frightened brewed inside her. He cut a look at her and she jerked in earnest against his grip as he continued to pull her toward the back of the shop.
    That look in his eyes—why hadn’t she ever seen that? She should have. Because she knew that look.
    Terror drove her and she reached out, grabbed one of the pretty glass mason jars she’d used for vases. She swung out with it. It hit him, not hard, on the temple, but it shocked him enough that he let her go.
    “You little—”
    A heavy hand came down on his shoulder. A low, ugly voice whispered in his ear, “Finish it. Please. You’ve got no idea how much I want a reason to tear you apart.”
    It was insane that she could feel relief, cold terror and a thread of excitement, all at once.
    Dazed, she shifted her attention to Decker but he only had eyes for Noel. Blue eyes glittered with the fires of hell while flags of color rode on his high cheekbones. The dragon tattooed on his arm seemed to writhe and shift, preparing to attack. When Noel tried to move away, he simply shifted his grip to the front of his shirt, holding him in
    place with ruthless ease.
    “Touch me and I’ll call the cops. I’ll have you fucking arrested,”
    Noel said, his voice a sneer. “You’ll go back to jail, you worthless piece of shit.”
    “Not before I break you into a thousand pieces for touching her,” Decker promised. He lifted a hand and almost casually, traced a finger down Noel’s cheek. “You got any idea how much damage I can do to you in sixty seconds flat?”
    Noel’s mouth opened, closed soundlessly.
    “That’s right,” Decker murmured, leaning in closer. “Be afraid, son. You’re about to hurt like you’ve never hurt.”
    “No, Decker,” Elizabeth said, reaching out and grabbing his arm.
    He tensed, but he didn’t move away.
    His gaze cut to hers. “He hurt you.”
    “A little.” Then she reached up and touched