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little push toward him.
    Cutter let her precede him out of the room, ignoring the avid looks from the other women. Out in the hallway he urged her forward until they reached a closed door.
    “In here,” he ordered, reaching around her to open the supply closet.
    She looked up at him, hesitating as if she’d lost whatever nerve she’d had, but he wasn’t backing down. Finally she relented and walked inside.
    He closed the door behind them and locked it.
    “You want to tell me what that was all about?” he asked, moving toward her until her back was against the door. But even as he asked, another part of his brain answered: Who cares?
    She was still in her fuck-me heels, but even so he was a good six inches taller than her. He pushed her long, silken hair off her shoulder and smoothed his palm over her skin, unable to keep from touching her. She trembled and a pulse throbbed in her neck.
    She looked up at him, her lush mouth set in a stubborn pout, her eyes defiant and uncertain. “Maybe I wanted you to see what you were missing.”
    “You’re killing me, Emily,” he said, his voice coming out rough and desperate.
    But he was done talking, done caring about the fallout. He wanted her now.
    His mouth slanted down over hers, the first taste of her nearly bringing him to his knees. She opened for him immediately, her whimper of need driving him even more insane. Kissing her was like drinking from a well in the desert, and he couldn’t stop. Her lips were soft, her mouth tasting faintly of red wine, and he dove into her again and again, his tongue dancing with hers, insistent and demanding.
    She molded herself to him without hesitation, her robe falling open so that he could feel the heat of her bare breasts and thighs. He pressed himself to her, letting her feel his full arousal, driving himself crazy. Her hands ran over him, restlessly touching everywhere, sliding under his shirt where her nails dug into him, urging him on.
    He was so far gone, all he could think about was pulling his cock out and driving into her, making her call his name, feeling her tight heat around him. The need was so desperate and real he pulled back, closing his eyes as he tried to gain some semblance of control.
     

Chapter Five
    Emily’s eyes drifted open and she looked dazedly at Cutter, still in her arms but now pulled slightly back, his face tense with need and restraint.
    “Why did you stop?” she asked, her voice coming out husky and full of naked desire.
    She no longer cared.
    “I’m trying not to act like a damn animal.”
    “Maybe I want you to,” you said, her fingernails raking his back, pulling him to her, offering herself to him without reservation.
    It was as if she’d raised the door of a cage. His eyes darkened and he looked at her for the space of a heartbeat. Then his mouth took hers again, his tongue filling her, demanding everything she had. Her legs trembled and her clit swelled and throbbed, the thin strip of her thong abrading her into a near frenzy.
    A moment later she felt his hands at her shoulders and then the silken whisper as her robe pooled at her feet. He groaned her name, his voice low and rough as his hands cupped her breasts, toying with the tight buds. His hands were big and calloused, a workingman’s hands, and they roamed over every inch of her feverish skin. His breath was ragged as he ran a hand over her hip to her thigh, sliding his fingers beneath the tight band of her garter.
    She needed to feel him. Her fingers trembled as they worked at the buttons of his shirt, slowing her down until she groaned in frustration. Cutter let out a husky laugh and pulled the shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor. She rested her palms on his chest, holding him still so that she could look her fill.
    The only light came from the neon signs outside the high window, but even so she could see the contours of his muscles. His chest was smooth and perfectly defined, an artist’s rendering of what a man should