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.All the humor left her eyes as she stared at him intensely, licking her lips.“You are too handsome for your own good, Atwell.”He chuckled.“As long as you think so, I don’t care what anyone else thinks.” It was true; when he looked at her, he couldn’t imagine ever wanting another woman.She slipped her hands inside his blazer.“You’ve still got game.I’ll give you that.”He reached up to stroke her smooth face with his calloused palm.“This isn’t a game, baby.Not to me.”Her eyes shifted to his lips.“You’ve changed,” she whispered.“I didn’t expect that.”He shrugged.“Had to grow up sometime, right?” In fact, he’d grown up when he realized his immature behavior had cost him the best thing that ever happened to him.“I guess so.I’m not sure what to make of this new Mark Atwell.”He traced the pad of his thumb over her full lower lip, watching her eyes drift closed.He pressed his hardness into her stomach, whispering in her ear, “I think you’ll learn to like me, if you give me a chance.”She smiled, her eyes still closed.“I already like you.”He didn’t want her to like him.He wanted her to love him, but that would come in time.He hoped.The elevator rang, indicating they’d arrived at his floor.Taking her hand, he led her off the elevator to the door at the end of hall.He slid the key in the lock and turned the knob, holding his breath.He just bought the place eighteen months ago, a few months after they’d stopped dating.He had never brought another woman here in that time.Any dates he’d had were casual, not women he was willing to invite into his inner sanctuary.But he wanted Jenna to share his life.He could imagine her living here with him, waking up in his big four-poster bed together every morning, cooking dinner, watching TV.His gut clenched at the scene of domesticity he envisioned.He wanted that with her.She stepped into the corridor as he hit the light switch to activate all of the lights in the main living areas.The four thousand square-foot space was state-of-the-art, but he didn’t go for the modern décor many residents seemed to favor.He wanted traditional, comfortable, and liveable.He’d hired Chase’s wife, Taylor, to help him realize his vision for the space.He only hoped Jen shared the same vision.“Oh wow, Mark, this place is amazing.”He breathed a sigh of relief.“I’m glad you like it.” He wanted to ask her if she could imagine living here, sharing his home, but he knew he was rushing it, so he held his tongue.“Can I get you a glass of wine?”She smiled.“I’d like that, thanks.”He wandered into the kitchen and she followed him.She admired the dark wood, sub-zero appliances, running her hand over the smooth granite countertops.She chuckled self-consciously.“Sorry, I was just imagining the kind of meals I could cook in this kitchen.”He cursed himself for all the simple things they didn’t do together while they were dating, like enjoying a home-cooked meal together once in a while.It was all about partying, being seen, having fun.Sex, sex, and more sex.He wouldn’t make that mistake with her again.As much as he wanted her right now, he wanted to take it slow, start to build a foundation.Make her fall in love with him.His hand shook as he gripped the corkscrew.What if she wanted the kind of relationship they used to have, casual, no commitments? That would kill him.She wrapped her arms around his waist from behind.“Hey, I didn’t mean to imply that I wanted to start using your kitchen or anything, so relax.”He set the corkscrew aside and turned into her arms, framing her face with his hands.“Baby, I want…”She looped her arms around his neck and pulled his head down to meet her mouth.“I know what you want.I want that, too.” She plunged her tongue into his mouth, fisting her hands into his hair.He groaned, grabbing her around the waist to hoist her up as he devoured her mouth.One taste of her set him off like someone had poured fuel on the fire that had started simmering when he laid eyes on her.He was going to combust if he didn’t sink inside of her soon.His head was telling him to slow down, but his cock was telling him he’d already wasted too much time.He needed her now.She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles at the base of spine.“Oh God,” she moaned, tearing her lips away from his, panting.“I’d allowed myself to forget what it was like…”“I never forgot,” he said, sucking the sensitive skin on her neck into his mouth.He set her on the countertop, thrusting his hands into her hair and tipping her head back so he had better access.He remembered how much she used to love it when he licked and suckled her neck.She flattened her hands against his chest.“Why don’t we take this into the bedroom?”“Soon,” he muttered, trailing his tongue up and down her neck.She tasted amazing, spicy and sexy, that powerful scent that was unique to her.“God, I wanna lick every inch of you.”She shuddered in his arms, bracing her hands on his shoulders.“Ah, that feels so good.”He moved into the v between her legs, pressing his cock into her denim-clad pussy.“I need you,” he whispered, knowing she had no idea how true that was.“I need you, too.Please.”His hands flew over the buttons on her tight black shirt.He pulled back as he spread it open to look at her.Releasing the front closure of her bra, his breath hitched.Her tits were incredible, soft and full, with large, dusky nipples, begging to be kissed and licked.“Are you just gonna stand there staring at me?” she asked, reaching for the buttons on his shirt.He grabbed her wrists, stilling her hands as he looked into her eyes.“You’re gorgeous, Jen.”She dipped her head, a faint blush crawling up her neck to stain her cheeks.“You’ve never said that to me before.”“What’re you talking about?” He thought about how beautiful she was every time he saw her.He must have said it out loud, at least a time or two.“It was no big deal.I figured you were with hot women all the time…”God, he was such an idiot not to have shown her how special she was.“I’m sorry.I should have told you more.I promise…”She touched her fingertips against his lips and smiled
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