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her into his arms and kiss her until that uncertainty evaporated. Wanted to throw her into his bed and stroke deep into her sweet body until she couldn’t think of anything else, but only once he came clean. He owed her nothing less.
    “Yeah, I’m good.” He turned back to the desserts. Maybe after a sugar rush he’d be able to come up with the right words. “I was just wondering if I wanted to add some syrup to our ice cream. What do you think?”
    She didn’t answer, but he knew she was still there. He’d heard no footsteps, nothing to indicate she’d moved in the slightest. “I think you need to tell me the truth. Why do you really want to slow things down? And don’t you dare think about lying to me.”
    Christ. He wasn’t fucking ready for this conversation. He was still formulating his strategy. “Well, considering your upcoming divorce and the fact the man you’re leaving is my older brother, I just think it would be best—”
    “Bullshit.” In a flash, she crossed the room then yanked on the sleeve of his t-shirt until they stood face-to-face. “You and I are fantastic together. You can’t honestly tell me you really want to pull the brakes on what we had…what we could have.”
    No, he didn’t want to slow things down. “It’s…complicated, Viv,” he finally said.
    “Then uncomplicate it.”
    “It’s not that simple.”
    “Bull. Shit.” She stepped into him until they were toe-to-toe.
    The soft aroma of vanilla and sex teased his senses, and despite his good intentions, lust rocketed straight to his groin. His cock lengthened, hardened in a matter of nanoseconds. His hands fisted at his side and it took all his strength to keep from grabbing her and throwing her down on the kitchen table and pushing deep into her pussy until he created enough heat to bind reality and fantasy together.
    Viv continued, whispering a line that threatened to completely and utterly do him in. “I’m gonna get the truth out of you, Brock, even if I have to chain myself to your side.”
    “That’s a dangerous thing to say around me, sweetheart.”
     
    Vivian’s heart pounded, but she wasn’t sure if it was out of fear or arousal. Or maybe a little bit of both.
    Before following Brock into the kitchen, she’d made up her mind—she was getting the damn truth out of him one way or the other. And if she had to, she’d use every erotic weapon in her arsenal to get the truth. At least that had been the theory, but now, she wasn’t so sure.
    Brock’s blues eyes darkened to a tumultuous black. He looked like a man on the verge of spontaneously combusting. His fisted hands shook. His shaved head took on a slight red hue. The creases of his forehead formed a treacherous series of hard lines. If it were any other man looking at her like this, she’d most likely already be running for safety.
    Somehow, she found the courage to speak. “Dangerous how?”
    “In ways you have yet to imagine.” He hooked his index finger beneath her chin and held her gaze against his. “Would you really chain yourself to my side, Viv?”
    She opened her mouth to answer, but not a single word made it past the lump of emotions lodged in her throat. She’d meant it as a figure of speech but nothing on Brock’s face said he was talking about anything in the figurative. The expressions were raw and primal. Part of her expected him to go all Neanderthal and whack her over the head, carry her off to his bedroom and literally tie her to something.
    The idea thrilled her more than she wanted to admit.
    “I want more than one fabulous round of sex out of you,” she said, “and if I have to become a permanent fixture around here until you finally tell me what’s going through that hard head of yours, so be it.”
    His nostrils flared. She was close to breaking through to him. He was about to crack. She felt it in her bones. She just needed to keep up the pressure.
    Time to pull weapon one out of her erotic arsenal.
    She breached the