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Desmond?”
    Even the way her lips moved
when she said his name had him daydreaming. That wasn’t good. That
was the moment he knew he shouldn’t have agreed to this babysitting
idea. He should’ve done what he had planned on doing – relax at
home while catching up on some TV shows. And he should’ve kept on
avoiding Sherita like he’d been doing for the past year. He had
work to do, at The Champion Corporation and within himself, and
none of it involved being overly concerned with the cares and
affairs of a woman. Soul mate or not.
    “ Did you say something?”
he finally asked.
    “ I asked you if you’ve
ever been in love.”
    He shook his head.
“No.”
    “ No even once?”
    “ Not even
once.”
    “ May I ask
why?”
    Desmond frowned. He was
still figuring that out, so how was he going to tell her? “No, you
may not.”
    Sherita snapped her head
back, surprised at his answer, and by the fact that he looked
insulted she’d asked that particular question. “Oh. My bad. I
wasn’t trying to pry.”
    Desmond shook his head and
stood up. He needed to find something sweet and fast. He walked
away from the table without saying a word to Sherita.
    “ What…the?” she said out
loud, watching him go inside of the house. Was he really upset? She
got up, too, and went inside, searching for him. She found him
standing in the foyer, threading his arms through the sleeves of
his motorcycle jacket.
    “ Wait…are you leaving?”
she asked.
    He zipped up his jacket.
“What does it look like?”
    Sherita expelled a long
breath. The man needed an attitude adjustment, big time. How does
one go from talking and behaving normally to being an all-out
jerk?
    “ Was it something I said?”
she asked, completely confused. His insolence came out of left
field. One minute, they were having a discussion and the next, he
was preparing to leave the house with an apparent chip on his
shoulder.
    “ No, not at all,” he said
without bothering to look at her.
    “ Desmond, if
I—”
    “ I said it’s nothing,” he
said, raising his tone.
    She crossed her arms. “Then
why are you leaving?”
    “ Why are you asking me
questions like I owe you an explanation?” He snatched his helmet
from the table and headed towards the door. Turning the knob, he
exited quickly, feeling Sherita on his heels. “I have plans, okay,”
he snapped.
    “ You’re lying. You don’t
have plans. What is it, Desmond? You can’t stand the thought of
having a normal conversation with a woman?”
    He turned around and looked
at her, feeling his muscles tense. Why was she riding his back? If
only she knew what she was doing to him. “I suggest you go back
inside. I told you…I have plans.”
    She grinned, shook her head
then turned around to begin her walk back to the house. “Now who’s
running?” she said in a monotone.
    “ What’d you say?” Desmond
asked.
    Sherita kept on walking,
and something about that infuriated him.
    He dropped his helmet, made
a beeline for her, and before she could catch a breath, he grabbed
her arm, spun her round and clamped his mouth onto hers, his hands
resting against her face, taking a powerful, earth-quaking kiss
from her lips – lips he’d dreamed of kissing. And then his hands
crawled to the back of her head, gripping her tightly, controlling
her every movement – allowing him to fully possess those lips,
making her part them for him, giving him full access to every
corner of her mouth.
    A deep moan settled in his
throat, similar to the strange humming sound he’d make when he ate
anything sweet. But nothing, he knew, could be sweeter than this.
He heard her whimper – heard the rapid breaths she’d attempted to
take, but greed wouldn’t allow him to let go of her. No, not after
he’d been dying to do this since he first realized how weak she’d
made him. He would take all he could, because this would never
happen again.
    When he finally had his
fill, he pulled his mouth away from hers and with his