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role of his nemesis. Or maybe she’d relegated him to the role of hers.
    “You want me?” she breathed, surprise infusing her voice.
    He squeezed her ass again, pulling her hard against his erection. His zipper pressed painfully between her legs, and Marcus sucked a breath through his teeth. “Are you kidding?” he asked on a near growl. “You think this setup works for me? That I’d choose here, of all places, to seduce you?”
    The word “seduce” intrigued her more than it should. Being seduced by this man, a man capable of epic seduction was… Well, it was awesome was what it was.
    “Have you thought about seducing me, Marcus?” she asked before nipping his chin. The growth on his face pricked her tongue.
    One of his hands left the globe of her bottom and slid between her legs. Even through her panties, his warm fingers made her shudder. “Only every night after work,” he said, licking the underside of her top lip and pulling it into his mouth. His fingers moved again, and she squirmed against him. “Some nights it kills me so much, I have to take matters into my own hands.” He pulled her bottom lip between his teeth, and she felt her bones melt.
    “You—you think of me…like that?” she managed. Unable to imagine an alternate universe where this might be true.
    “God, yes.” He slid his fingers between her legs again, and Lily rubbed against him like a cat in heat. She wanted him. But she always had, hadn’t she? In the bright light of day, she could pretend there was nothing more to her than the driven, prickly, no-nonsense woman she showed to the world. She could pretend she didn’t want him, didn’t need him. Act as if a man of Marcus’s caliber was of no use to her, didn’t fit in her perfectly controlled life plan.
    In truth, she admired nearly everything about him. The strong line of his back, broad shoulders, his ability to take on a project with zero fear. But she’d thought—incorrectly, it would seem—that she wasn’t his type. She’d thought she wasn’t blond enough, wasn’t vapid enough. And she wasn’t willing to sleep with him on the first date. Except…this kind of qualified as a date. And she was kind of willing to sleep with him right now.
    Five minutes ago, technically.
    “I know you think I’m not your type.” He brushed his nose over hers, echoing her thoughts. “Care to take me for a test drive and see if you’re right?”
    “Here?” she asked. But for some reason, the whole haunted mansion thing had faded into the background. She was a slave to her body’s reactions; to the heat of Marcus’s hands; to the sound of his confident, deep voice. To him. All of him.
    She couldn’t see his dark eyes, but she imagined their taunting glint, the wicked twist in the smile she felt grazing her cheek.
    “What if—what if I say no?” She wouldn’t. She was halfway to yes now, her body humming from the fingers teasing her over the thin layer of her panties.
    “You won’t,” he said, his firm lips peppering her jaw with kisses.
    She hated that cocksure side of him. Only she didn’t. Maybe she’d been mistaken, thinking his confidence was something to be shunned. It seemed all her girlie parts were cheering on this alpha male. Marcus kissed her deeper, his tongue swirling her senses, and she fisted his shirt and began hauling it over his head.
    “And if this doesn’t work out?” she asked as she continued pulling at his shirt. He shifted beneath her and pulled his hands from her pants. She missed his touch on her body instantly.
    “We never speak of it again,” he answered, tossing his shirt aside and dragging her hoodie and shirt over her head in a tangled ball. He tossed her clothes aside. Her bra went next. He had it unhooked and off her arms and, before she knew it, she was nude from the waist up.
    There was a brief, snide voice in her head pointing out how much practice he must’ve had at removing women’s clothes, but it was quickly shut out by