His sense of justice was a little overdeveloped, but that was better than being a man who not only lied to others, but also to himself. Like Art.

Thinking how to best handle the emotionless vibes coming off her sexy fiancé, she sighed and stopped in front of her door. “We forgot something when you came into my shop earlier.”

“What was that?” he asked with a weariness she did not understand.

“To kiss.”

“You want me to kiss you?”

He really had to ask? “Yes.”

“I can do that.”

“It wouldn’t say much for our upcoming nuptials if you couldn’t,” she sassed.

Morphing into a sensual predator before her eyes, he pushed her against the apartment door with his body, one hand on either side of her head. “You know what I’ve noticed lately?”

“No, what?” Was that breathless voice hers?

got a real thing

would have answered that, but his lips were in

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this side of him

the door. Once through, Zephyr made sure it was shut and locked again before leaning back against it with her

thing. Talking could wait. Everything but this intense pleasure between them would

a pleasure mark on her neck while his hands skimmed down the front of her body, only to sweep up again, bringing

against his hard body, reveling in the feel of his erection pressing into her

cupped her breasts, squeezing lightly in nothing short of

she told

“Do you, yineka mou?”

“You know.”

all around her ear and whispered, “Oh, yes, I do

nipples as he nibbled on the supersensitive spot behind her ear, laving shimmering nerve endings with

center aching for the attention he was showing to the

her legs as her entire body thrummed with a new level of nascent desire. He pushed fabric down her hips without ceremony along with her panties. She stepped

right over her mound and then long, knowing fingers were playing a symphony on her clitoris, drawing

would have embarrassed her if she was not so turned on coming from

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