Free Sinful by Marie Rochelle

She could have gotten herself hurt or Jensen beaten up more than he already was if those police sirens hadn’t saved her lying ass at exactly the perfect moment.
    Who in the hell were those guys and why were they beating up Jensen? Sure, she had dreamt about punching him since their first disastrous encounter, but she wouldn’t really do it no matter how far he pushed her.
    The dull ache of fear still clung to her body at the memories of the guy’s hate filled eyes as he stared at her. His face might be burned into her mind for a while, if she let it, but she wouldn’t allow him to have the kind of power over her.
    Yet, the warmth of Jensen’s body brushing against hers would still be with her after she went to bed tonight alone. He was bothering her in so many ways. Some of them were good of course, some of them weren’t. She hated to admit he left a burning imprint on her body anytime he was around her.
    Damn him for being so good-looking!
    Pushing her body away from the door, Maymi got everything she needed from the kitchen and then headed back to the front of the bakery. She walked in on Jensen, catching the tail end of his conversation.
    “Casper, I’m fine. No, I don’t have a head injury,” Jensen shouted. “You did hear me correctly when I told you to pick me up at Sinful. Yes, Maymi really helped me and brought me over here. Alright, I promise I won’t be an asshole before you show up. Just get your ass over here.” He pushed the end button and then his eyes suddenly darted over in her direction.
    “I guess you heard that,” he said.
    “Yes, I did,” Maymi answered. She walked up to Jensen and handed him the bottled water. She waited while he undid the lid and took a long swallow before sitting it down next to him on the table.
    “I guess Casper couldn’t believe I lifted a finger to help you after the way you’ve been treating me,” she said, placing the first aid kit down on the table.
    “He thought I’d gotten hit too hard in the head. It took me a minute to make him believe what I was telling him was the truth,” Jensen admitted.
    Opening it, she took out a few things so she could get started cleaning up his cuts and wounds. She hadn’t done anything like this since her last boyfriend took a tumble off his motorcycle.
    Hudson had loved that bike so much that he didn’t even think about wearing a helmet. No matter how much she pushed for him to do it, he constantly told her no and if he had only listened to her that one day... Maymi quickly shook the thought from her head when Jensen’s voice caught her attention.
    “What did you say?” she asked dipping the cotton ball into the small alcohol container.
    “I asked if you were okay,” he said, staring at her. “You had this faraway look in your eyes. Are you still thinking about those two guys?”
    “No,” Maymi answered. Honestly, the attackers from earlier were the last two people on her mind. Taking the cotton ball, she touched it to the small cut on Jensen’s forehead. She doubted the scratch would even leave a scar, so he would still be as handsome as ever.
    “Fuck,” he cursed, moving back from her. “That shit stinks. Are you trying to cause me more pain on purpose?”
    “Of course not,” she uttered, placing the cotton ball there again and this time Jensen didn’t move.
    Maymi continued working on getting what cuts and bruises she could get cleaned out while ignoring how intensely Jensen was watching her. She was so close to him that she could feel his breath brushing against her face.
    Her senses were spun by the scent of him; the warmth of his soft flesh was intoxicating. She was fully aware of the hardness of his thighs brushing over her legs. The old saying there was a thin line between love and hate was a lie because right now she was having a hard time with the thin line between lust and hate. There was no way she was in love with Jensen, but her lust for him was off the scales.
    “Hey,” Jensen said, touching