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could keep me as a lab partner and then threw a million dollar contract at me because of guilt. “I don’t understand you at all.”
                He kissed my cleavage, eyes hooded with lust rather than the fear I’d leave. “I know you don’t. That’s why I wanted it to be one night. Everything you think you know about me isn’t true. You think I’m cold. I’m not. I’m tightly controlled, or I was until I snapped last night. Everything sort of let itself out —it showed me how much I wanted you. How much time I wasted by pretending to be cool to you, when in reality I wanted you more than I’ve wanted anyone.”
                I couldn’t speak as his pressed his hips into mine. We’d had the entire conversation while rocking gently, flaming lust to a simmer.
                “You won’t leave will you? Did I do right by fixing it?” He arched up on his elbows, looking down at me. His cock froze inside as he remained motionless but for flickering eyes trying to read my decision.
                What should I say? He saved me from making a decision to go, for the chance to advance my studies, but I would’ve been lonely and lost. I was always a home body. Shit, my parents lived up the road. They so better not of gone to Circotica last night.
    In reality he saved me from a lot of complications and at the same time set me up for life with money and recognition. Heaviness sat on my chest. “I can’t take the report, Noah. That’s your work. You earned it.”
                He shook his head. “It’s done. The findings are already registered in your name.”
                The soft carpet cradled me as I ran through what I’d learned. Who was this man?
                A smile sneaked over my lips as I figured out what I wanted. “I won’t leave if you do two things for me.”
                His nostrils flared and his hips jerked in pleasure, stroking me, flaming me. “What do you want?” The edge of his voice had lost the sorrow and guilt; it was now rough and heavy. It was a command. He wanted to know what I wanted. And just like that he’d turned the serious conversation back to mind-altering sex.
                “I want to know you. No more thinking you can’t have me. When you need me, you come to my room. Deal?”
                He smiled. “No deal. How about you just move into my room, then I can have you every moment?”
                My heart fluttered as he drove into me. It was an acknowledgement of what we were planning for our future.
                “Second, you share the money that the pharmaceuticals will pay for your discovery. I’ll take half as we’re partners, but only if you agree.”
                “Only if you let me have you at the lab with nothing but your coat and heels on.”
    The image shot ripples through my flesh, and I gave up trying to have a logical conversation.
                “Deal.”
                He bent one elbow, lowering his face to mine. His hips rocked, pressing me deeper into the carpet, turning the simmer into full boil. His mouth captured mine, and he coaxed my tongue to be rough, fight him, dance with him. We got high on each other on the lounge floor, and the heat of the fire caused sweat to bead on our skin.
                Just as the soft stars of an orgasm found me, Noah murmured, “Deal.”
     

 

    Mirror Amour wasn’t intended to be as saucy as it turned out. The characters made me write it. I started writing thinking I’d stick to one genre, turns out, I like to dabble in multiple. I’m lucky enough to have a huge support of readers and friends who accept the books I write, regardless of the material. So, thank you to everyone for sampling my work.
    Thank you to all the FFF girls (you know who you are) and thanks to all my closest writing friends (again you know who you are.)
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