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Why she kept making that command was beyond her since he repeatedly ignored her, but she kept thinking eventually he’d get the message.

In response, he shook his head and tossed her over his shoulder. With a squeak, she realized that her head was leaning against his back and he had one hand on her bottom to steady her. Fire roared through her system at his touch and she could barely speak as he pocketed her keys that had been left on the counter, then grabbed her suitcase and purse, before walking down the hallway.

Three minutes later, he dumped her in the passenger seat of a powerful black car and stored her suitcase in the back of the trunk. Seeing her chance, she stepped out of the car and got back up onto the sidewalk. “Sam Marchant, you give me my keys right now or I’m going to call the police!”

In response, he slowly walked over to her, standing less than an inch from her, trapping her between the car and his large, masculine body. “Chloe, you’re pretty stubborn but I’ve got news for you, darlin’,” he replied as one of his calloused fingers caressed her cheek gently, “I’m worse. If you’d just relax, we could get this business out of the way and be done with it. Stop fighting me and everything will be fine.”

She could barely think with him this close but she wasn’t going to let him know that. But she was completely flustered and trying to hide it. She could only react and she hated the way her body burned when he touched her. She resented the power he had over her. Especially since she knew that other women, women who were much more beautiful and confident than her, were probably sharing his bed. She couldn’t compete with them and didn’t want him to think she even wanted to.

“Sam, don’t do this to me,” she whispered, her eyes looking away but since he was so huge, so muscular, she had to strain to look to the right or left. Instead, she looked straight ahead, which meant she was looking directly at the button on the middle of his jacket. “I’ll catch a flight down this weekend. I’ll see what’s going on with my father and his ranch and you don’t have to worry about this at all.” She accidentally looked up at his face when she finished speaking, hoping, praying that her words would make a difference and she’d be released.

Unfortunately, looking up at his face was a bad mistake. His smile made her heart flutter frantically. “Worry? I’d hardly call what I’m feeling right now worrying but that’s beside the point. Regardless, there’s no need to wait for this weekend. I have my plane standing by at the airport, you’re packed and we’re leaving. Now what do I have to do to get you into that car?”

“You can’t…” she started to say but then his mouth covered hers and she couldn’t think anymore much less speak.

And damn him! This kiss was nothing like the one she’d shared with David earlier in the evening. This was fire and ice and everything in between. His lips were hot, demanding, not asking for permission but forcing her mouth open so his tongue could mate with hers. And unlike earlier with David, she didn’t have to pretend. She was melting, literally unable to pull her body away from his. It was like he was a magnet and her whole body was molten steel and she couldn’t deny the physical force that was pulling her body against his. She felt his hands settle against her, one on her back, the other holding the back of her head, angling it so he could deepen the kiss.

When he was sure she wouldn’t pull away, the hand holding her head moved downward and suddenly, she was lifted against the car, her hips cradling him as he wedged his knee between her legs.

Her whole body was trembling and her arms were no longer passive. They were in his hair, gripping the soft, black strands as if letting go might loosen the intensity of the kiss. Each time he lifted his head to angle another way, nibble on her lip, then come back for more, she inhaled deeply, her body desperate for air but unwilling to pull away herself and get it.

Her hips, moving of their own accord, lifted, cradling him more intimately, feeling the pressure of his erection. If Chloe had been able to move,