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plunging deep and demanding I kiss him back.

“Mmph!” I shoved at his shoulders, but he anchored his hard body against mine forcefully, holding me prisoner and taking what he wanted.

His hot mouth and talented tongue instantly lured me into the kiss. But I didn’t ask to be kissed, so I didn’t make it easy. I rammed my elbow into his ribs, but in the confined space it hardly drew a grunt out of him.

“Kiss me back, Avery. Give in.”

“No.” I bit at his lips, but that only seemed to encourage him.

He growled and groped my breast through my damp sports bra, squeezing and tugging the unyielding fabric. “I want this off.”

“Tough.” I ground my lips into his, pushing him off but never letting my mouth leave his. He took over, plunging his tongue deep and locking his fingers in my tangled ponytail.

His hard cock gouged through his gym shorts into my hip, seeking my center as his fingers curled around my ponytail and tugged, exposing my throat to his mouth. It had been so long since a man kissed me with such desire. For a moment, I was lost, falling into a dark abyss of need as my limbs curled around his strength, my muscles humming, and my blood purring.

My eyes went wide as the sheer size of him became evident. This was all wrong. This wasn’t the way I operated. He completely dominated me in bulk and strength, but I refused to allow him to dominate me in other ways. And how dare he knock me off balance like this!

Reaching down, I grabbed hold of his bulging erection and curled my fingers like a talon around his cock and balls, demanding his attention. He sucked in a breath and jerked back.

“That’s a little tight—”

My grip intensified, my fingernails pressing through the loose fabric and delicate skin, as I leveled him with a look that told him my hold was intentional. “Put. Me. Down.”

Uncertainty flashed in his eyes, and he lowered me to the floor. I didn’t release my grip as I stared up at him.

He clutched my wrist. “Avery, you’re crushing my—”

“Is this what you want? To fuck me in an elevator? Against a wall? Maybe on our way down the hall and on your granite countertops?”

He groaned, the sound half pained, half excited. “If you could just loosen—”

“Quiet.” I was done getting passively blindsided by this guy. “I warned you. I told you one day you’d try your luck with me and not like the result.” My grip tightened, his shorts, hard cock, and full balls fisted firmly in my hold. “I don’t do gentle, Noah. And I’m never a bottom. Understand?”

“If you want to be on top—”

“No. It’s not about the physical position. It’s about the mental one. I’m in charge. Always. And I don’t think you’d like that very much.”

“Maybe I would.”

I arched a brow, wishing that was true, but certain it wasn’t. “Have you ever had a woman fuck you, Noah? Ever experienced true helplessness and surrendered your will, your choice, and your body for her pleasure?”

His hungry eyes darkened. “Holy shit.”

I loosened my hold but held his full attention. He could have stepped back, but he didn’t move an inch.

My mouth curled into a slow, satisfied smile. I fucking loved achieving control. Especially when the man didn’t realize he was already under my spell, already submitting to my authority. But eventually, Noah would snap out of it and run.

“You don’t want what I want, Mr. Wolfe, so maybe it’s best we just remain … friends.” A friend was what I needed more than anything else.

He didn’t move, didn’t answer.

“Push the button, Noah.”

He blinked and turned, and we were suddenly moving. The short ride seemed a year long as his gaze kept shooting to me. My expression was a mask over secrets he’d never know.

The doors parted, and I stepped out, leaving him staring. I didn’t have to look back to know he watched me until the moment I disappeared inside my apartment. Let him figure it out, jerk off a few loads, and find a passive plaything. I wasn’t that girl, and he wasn’t my guy. The sooner that sank in for the both of us, the sooner our lives would find balance again.

I toed off my tennis shoes and flinched as a fist pounded on my door. “Open the door, Avery.”

What. The. Fuck?

Couldn’t he take a hint?

He pounded again. “Avery.”

My heart jerked. This never happened before. I never had a guy literally refuse

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