Page 99 of Turn Me On

My heart flutters and I haul him in for a kiss. But I stop before I brush my lips to his. “Say you’re mine,” I command.

His breath flutters across his lush lips. “I’m yours.”

Then, when I’m about to kiss my man, he surprises me. Faster than I expected, he seals his mouth to mine. I part my lips, opening for him. He takes my kiss, gliding his lips across mine, exploring me with his tongue.

The kiss is the full-body kind. I feel the pleasure of it slide down my back, curl through my legs, stretch to my toes. Then settle in my groin, where I ache for him.

He squeezes my fingers harder in our joined hands, then kisses me deeper. I lean back against the headrest, taking his kiss, feeling wanted.

When he breaks the kiss, he runs a finger along my top lip. “And you’re mine.”

I smile. “Yup.” Then I glance at the clock. “Drive, Mad. Drive fucking now.”

With a wicked grin, he pulls out of the parking spot quickly, cruises through the side streets. Seven endless minutes later, he pulls up to a steel-gray house, cuts the engine, and gets out of the car.

When we reach his porch, I stop him before he can unlock the door. “Maddox,” I say.

“Yes?”

“Take out your phone,” I command.

He grabs it from his back pocket, waits eagerly.

“Open your texts.”

With a curious glint in his eyes, he complies. “Done.”

“Now send a group text to all your clients.Hey there. Just letting you know I’ll be unavailable for the next”—I pause, check the time—“twelve hours.”

With a smug smile, he types, then shows it to me.

“Good. But I forgot one detail that I want you to add.”

“What is it?”

I wiggle my fingers. He hands me the phone. I type, then show him the amended message.

Hey there. Just letting you know I’ll be unavailable for the next twelve hours. I’ll be tied up.

His eyes sparkle, and he hits send.

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SAY IT

Maddox

Once we’re inside my house, Zane grabs my shoulders, kisses me ferociously for a few decadent minutes, then wrenches apart. His eyes are hard. “Did you forget me?”

I shake my head, adamant. “As if I could.”

“You sure about that?”

“Positive,” I say firmly.

“Did you get off to me?”

“All the time. We do everything in my fantasies.”