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That made him as mad as hell, and he told me I should be careful he did not call up some reporters and tell them the truth about my past.” He lifted his head to look at her. “I invited him to go right ahead and told him I had nothing to lose.”

“I am in love with you. “He held on when she started to withdraw her hand. “That b.s. You sprouted downstairs, and that was just that - b.s. I am in your life, Ryleigh, whether you want to acknowledge it.”

Ignoring the insistent pumping of her heart, she glared at him. “You are insane.”

“That might be the case.” He grinned at her, amber eyes twinkling.

“We entered this thing, understanding that it would be just physical.”

“I might have lied about that.”

“What?” She blinked at him. “You said we - you said it was just sex, and- You lied?”

He bit back a smile at the fierce look on her exquisite face.

“I would have said anything to make you agree.”

“You- you-you-” She ran out of words, and he felt steam pouring from her ears. “Get out.”

“No.” Tugging at her hand, he did so hard enough for her to fall against him. When she was sprawled against his chest, he used one powerful leg to clamp over both of hers, his arms like steel bands around her waist. With only her upper body to navigate, she lifted her head and glared at him in impotent fury. “I am here to stay.”

“Not if I have a damn thing to say about it!” She snapped as she pushed against him. The effort to dislodge him failed and made her more furious. “You are manhandling me.”

“That’s not going to work,” he told her calmly. “You are lying to yourself, and we both know it. You are into me.”

“You arrogant-” She bit off the words she would say and continued to struggle against him. “I hate you.”

He tutted, amusement flickering on his face. She was so close to him that she could see the golden highlights in his amber eyes. “Is this becoming a habit?”

“Let go of me. After you leave here tonight-”

“Tomorrow morning,” he interrupted smoothly.

“When you leave here, I will ignore your calls, and you will not set foot in this house again.”

“Then I will have to camp out at the office.” There was an implacable look on his face. “I was planning on asking you to move in with me-”

“That’s not going to happen.”

“But I am prepared to be here for the time being until you come to your senses.”

“I don’t want you.” she hissed.

“Really?” Before she could blink, he had her on her back and her nightgown over her head.

“What are you doing?” She screeched.

“Proving to you that what you just said is b.s.” He wedged one hand between her thighs before she could clamp them shut. She fought the wave of incredible passion and tried to pretend that she was not affected when he started caressing the swollen and susceptible flesh.

“I hate you.” her voice had dropped to a whisper, and she could feel her defense crumbling. She continued to fight him, but it was no competition at all.

Flynn had spent years honing his skills and building his muscles, first from the rigorous manual labor he had been engaged in and then in the well-equipped gym at his place. Aside from that, Ryleigh was petite, and her slender curves were no match for his muscular body.

And she was weakening and fighting him just for form. Her body bucked and shivered when he slipped two fingers into her moisture. A grunt escaped him, and when he bent his head to brush his lips against hers, she was ready, her lips parted to receive his tongue.

“Tell me you hate me now,” he whispered thickly. His fingers were driving into her slowly as if to torture her. And his lips were just a breath away from hers.

“Tell me.”