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her shoulder and Natasha whimpered.
    “Don’t,” she breathed out. She closed her eyes, working at not panicking—it would do no good if she did.
    “Excuse me.”
    Drake turned, and Natasha was able to lower her head and look.
    Nelly stood there, a disapproving look on her face. “The crew is finally here to work on the dining room.”
    “I’ll be right there,” Drake said. He turned and kissed Natasha quick, and deep. It was so unexpected she didn’t have time to react, and when she did, it ended.
    He didn’t say another word to her. Pushed away and walked out of the room. Only when he was gone did she let out the air she was holding in a rush, touching her forehead. What was she going to do? What the hell was she going to do?

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Drake oversaw the men working in the dining room. He was determined to get it finished so the furniture could be placed, then he could enjoy hosting nice dinners in his home. It took all day for them to get the floor down, and the walls finished. By the time they left, it was too late to have the furniture delivered, but at least the room was done.
    Heading up for a fast shower before dinner, he thought about what he told Natasha. He also wondered why he was holding back from the mark. If he marked her now it sure would take out some of the fight she had over this whole claim. Right?
    He walked into the bedroom and right off, she stiffened. She was sitting on the bed reading a book, but when he walked in her whole body changed. She sat up eyes got huge, breathing increased. There was also a very faint scent of desire in the air and it sure as shit didn’t belong to him.
    Drake kept his mouth shut and went right into the bathroom. Nice how shower to clean the dirt off, and maybe a cold one to cool the ragging hard-on and desire he still seemed to carry around at the moment. Damn if that fucker didn’t go down for shit. Masturbating was out of the question. Didn’t help.
    Finishing his shower, he grabbed a towel, wrapped it around his 49

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    hips, and took another for his chest and hair. Opening the door, he half expected her to be gone. It shocked him a little to see her sitting on the side of the bed now, book closed, eyes watched every move he made.
    “I expected you to dash out the door,” he told her, going into the closet, leaving the door open.
    “And give you the excuse to maul me again,” she snorted. “No thank you.”
    “Come on, Natasha.” He came back out in fresh jeans, not zipped or buttoned and a shirt in hand. From the way her blue eyes widened he knew she could see a part of his cock as it pressed against the front of his jeans to be free. “You make it sound like you didn’t enjoy it.”
    “Maybe I don’t like you touching me.”
    Oh, that was a challenge if he ever heard one. Drake growled low at the back of his throat, tossed the shirt in his hand to the floor, and went right up to her.
    Natasha jumped and made a dash for the door, but he caught her before she even took three steps. She screamed, twisted, and turned when he wrapped his arm around her waist, picking her up.
    The ties he used last night were now folded on the nightstand. He picked one up, sat down on the edge of the bed with her on his lap. He tried to pull her arms back but she kept fighting him so Drake shoved her down on the bed face first. He pulled both arms back, tying them with his tie.
    “You bastard!” she yelled. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
    “I’m going to show you how much your body likes for me to touch you,” he told her, jerked her back up, then settled her on his lap, facing away from him.
    He held her easy. A wrap around with his legs and hers were pinned beneath and Drake was able to part them. To hold her in place he slid one arm between hers at her back. This action had her breasts pushed upward.
    Drake rested his chin on her left shoulder reached around and pulled the sweater up. Natasha squirmed as much as