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against his face. She
pulled the back of his hair so he was looking up at her. “How did you know I
didn’t leave the building?”
    Alistair
glared at her. “I didn’t.”
    She
tugged his hair harder. “You kept yelling for me. You knew I was in the lobby.
How did you know?”
    He
pulled against the handcuffs. “Let me go.” His voice was deep, cold. Lethal.
    Bethany
lowered her lips to his, brushing a kiss across the corner of his mouth, his
cheek, his chin. “Tell me,” she whispered. “How did you know I was out there?”
    He
didn’t speak. She lowered herself down onto his lap and ran her hands up and
down his chest. He was tense. Bethany realized she’d really freaked him out.
But, she hadn’t pushed him too far. He had to admit it to her.
    She
traced the rigid cord down the side of his neck with her tongue. He tilted his
head toward her. Finally, a response. She was getting somewhere.
    She
lowered her hands to his abs and kneaded her fingertips slowly while she kissed
and sucked his neck. “Tell me,” she whispered again.
    “I
didn’t think you’d leave me,” he said, turning his head to capture her lips.
    She
moved, and he caught her jaw. The rasp of the stubble on his chin as his mouth
worked back and forth across her skin made her back arch. He felt so good.
    “You
trusted me,” she said. “Didn’t you?”
    Alistair
lifted his head, stopping his delicious trail of kisses. “I wanted to.”
    Bethany
wove her fingers into his hair and stared him in the eyes. “You do, and you
will.”
    “I
thought you said I shouldn’t.” He leaned forward, and she didn’t move this
time, letting his lips crush against hers. The flick of his tongue seeking
entrance sent a scorching wave of heat through her body.  She sighed, relaxed
into him and parted her lips.
    The
kiss was different. It wasn’t a battle for control. It was a giving in. Him to
her…and damn if it wasn’t her to him.
    She
jerked back and jumped up with the realization. Her heart collided with her
ribcage.
    “What?”
Alistair stared at her. “You’re afraid again. I’m not mad. Don’t freak.”
    Bethany
shook her head and knelt to retrieve the handcuff keys from her duffle bag.
“I’m not freaking.”
    But
she was. What the hell was that? She melted with a kiss. So much for being a
Dom and in control.
    She
shoved the key into the lock of his left cuff and let his wrist loose. Moving
on to his right wrist, Alistair gently set his hand on her waist. “Bethany, I’m
not mad at you.”
    She
jammed the key into the lock, got the cuff off and threw it as hard as she
could into her bag. “I’m mad at me.”
    He
chuckled and sat back, rubbing his wrists. “Woman, you are seriously messed
up.”
    That’s
not what she needed to hear. Didn’t he realize she already knew that? She’d
never be normal again, so he shouldn’t have kissed her like she was.
    “Get
the bag,” she said, kicking the door open and striding out of the men’s room.
    She
heard him behind her, heard the clink of her toys in the bag. When she exited
the building and saw the cop cars, her breath caught.
    Two
officers were walking toward them. “Drop the bag,” one called, reaching for his
gun.
    Alistair
dropped it at his feet. Bethany covered her mouth with her hands in shock.
    This
couldn’t be happening. Those fucking old women should’ve minded their own
business.
    “What’s
this about?” Alistair asked, raising his arms like he was under arrest.
    “We
got a call about a man yelling for help inside the men’s room,” the officer
said, slowly approaching. The other was speaking cop-code into his
walkie-talkie. “Was that you?”
    Bethany
saw the flip of the switch—Alistair was on-stage, the boyish grin taking over
his face, charm oozing out of every pore. “It was me,” he said. “I apologize
for scaring anyone. I’m an actor, and this woman is helping me prepare for a
movie roll.”
    The
officer’s eyes widened in recognition and he lowered