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sound and fought with the cuffs. It was sick of him, he
     knew, but he was getting off on this.
    “This is ridiculous,” she spat out.
    No, what was ridiculous was what the feel of her bare ass to the front of his crotch
     was doing to him. He spun her back around to face him. “Then you should be able to
     say the words. And when you do, I’ll uncuff you and we’ll go on our merry way. Our
     merry single way.”
    She went very still. “Is that what you want?”
    Christ, no . “Just say it.”
    She lifted her free hand, presumably to cover some part of herself or another, or
     maybe to smack him, and he caught it, holding it out to her side.
    “Say it.”
    “ Fine . I don’t want y—” As before, the words tripped on her tongue and she closed her eyes.
    He realized he’d been holding his breath, but something surged through him now. It
     felt like triumph, but also a bone-quivering relief.
    His gut had told him the truth. She still wanted him. Damn, Ella . He didn’t know whether to kiss them both stupid or shake the hell out of her and
     demand to know why she’d sent those divorce papers. “Finish it.”
    She licked her lips. “I . . .”
    Looking into her huge baby blues, he momentarily couldn’t see the body he wanted to
     drop to his knees and worship but that didn’t matter. Her dazzling, lush curves had
     imprinted themselves on his brain years ago. Had he thought he was merely exacting
     a little revenge? Like hell. More like sinking his own ship here. But definitely,
     he liked her tied up. Liked it that she couldn’t run, couldn’t go off to her dangerous
     job, couldn’t do anything but face him.
    Which she hadn’t had to do in too damn long.
    “Okay, but you’d better listen,” she warned him.
    “Because I’m only going to say this once.” She stared at a spot just over his shoulder.
     “I. Don’t. Want. You. Anymore.” She shot him a shaky smile. “ There .”
    “Uh-huh.” She was gorgeous and smart and funny, and everything he’d once upon a time
     wanted, but she was a horrible liar. And she was lying, he had no doubt, a particularly fascinating fact.
    Also fascinating, against him her body was screaming the opposite. Her heart raced,
     her nipples bore two hard points into his chest, while her skin radiated a heat that
     had nothing to do with the warm evening. It caused a surge of excitement through his
     own body that he hadn’t felt since . . . since he’d been with her.
    “I said it,” she whispered into his silence, lifting her head slowly, which had her
     out-of-control hair tickling his chin and throat in agonizing little butterfly kisses.
     “So now you have to undo me.” Her nose just barely glanced along his throat, and all
     of it combined, slamming home memories of the times they’d been together, when he’d
     practically inhaled her every night.
    They’d never been able to get enough of each other. “You lied.”
    “Did not,” she said. Her eyes were still wide, dilated nearly black. Her breathing
     was shallow, and he knew damn well that wasn’t fear.
    “I have proof,” he said, and slid his fingers along her jaw until they sank into her
     hair. Her eyes drifted shut again, slowly. She’d always loved when he’d played with
     her hair.
    “Don’t,” she whispered.
    “You can’t catch your breath.” He dipped his mouth to the spot beneath her ear, which
     he knew was incredibly sensitive to his touch.
    She shivered.
    Now he was the one cheating and he didn’t care. He danced his other hand down her free arm,
     then squeezed her hip before skimming up the bare skin along her ribs. He spread his
     fingers wide, so they rested just beneath her breast as he let his gaze once again
     fall over her. “God, El.” His entire body clenched, hard and throbbing. “How could
     you have forgotten what it’s like between us?”
    She drew her bottom lip between her teeth, and he wanted to do the same. He wanted
     to gobble her up whole. “Your