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chest?”
    “Because your
nipple is poking out.”
    Brooke looked
down and gasped out loud in horror. “Why didn’t you tell me?” she shrieked,
scrambling to readjust.
    “I thought you
wanted me to see it.”
    “What?” She
hiked up her corset. “Why on earth would I want you to see my nipple?”
    He lifted a
shoulder to an ear. “Thought maybe you were an exhibitionist.”
    “I bet you’re
one of those guys who plant cameras in women’s restrooms all over town.”
    Anger flashed
across his face. “Yeah, that’s right. Mainly in retirement centers.”
    “You would! Bet
ya get em all liquored up playing bingo and just bend em right over their
walkers.”
    He clenched his
jaw, staring hard into her green eyes. “You know somethin, you’ve got a real
mouth on you.”
    Her voice
lowered to a guttural growl. “Don’t you judge me.” She grabbed him by the lasso
and yanked him against her. “I want you out of this house.”
    “Fine. Untie
me.”
    Brooke’s rage
morphed into bewilderment. “What is that?”
    “What is what?”
    She looked down,
her eyes widening. “Oh my God, do you have a boner?”
    Roger jumped
back. “No!”
    She slapped a
hand over her mouth. Light glinted off her silver bracelet. “You do!”
    “No, I don’t!”
    With a quick lunge,
Brooke snatched his blood-stained butcher’s apron and lifted it into the air.
“Yes, you do!”
    Roger twisted
away, holding his bound hands out to stop any further advances. “What is your
problem, lady?”
    Brooke shoved
him up against a wall, sending a framed picture of Mandy and her recently
departed golden retriever named Bailey crashing to the floor in pieces. Brooke
gritted her teeth and coiled her fingers around the lasso, pinning his hands to
his chest. “Who are you calling a lady ?”
    An incredulous
laugh slipped past Roger’s full lips. “Wow, you are one weird chick.”
    “Shut up.”
    “You can untie
me anytime now.”
    “You’re not a very
good listener, are you?” Her free hand slid down between them and found the
bulge in his black slacks. He took a jerky breath and pressed against the wall.
Brooke’s voice softened along with her eyes. “I knew it,” she said, massaging
the monstrosity running down the inside of his pant leg.
    His breath came
faster. “I can see your nipple again.”
    “Shut up.”
    Roger set his
jaw and pushed his lips to hers with a determined kiss. Brooke hesitated for
only a moment and then shoved him against the wall, his hardness igniting the
flush of heat between her legs. His heart hammered against her, sending her
pulse into a similar fury. And those lips. He had the best lips she had ever
tasted, soft and moist. She couldn’t get enough and sucked the top one into her
mouth just before trading it out for the other. Their tongues were the next to
meet, warm and wet inside their mouths. Brooke’s hands wandered from his
muscular chest to his ripped arms, squeezing and exploring as their heads
tilted back and forth in the bright bedroom light. He tried freeing his hands
and she pushed tighter against him, pinning him to the wall, stealing open
mouth kisses until her pockets were full.
    Roger slipped
his arms over her head and flipped her around so she was up against the wall,
their breath rushing over their cheeks. He lifted her up into the air and
Brooke wrapped her red boots around him, kissing him harder as he rubbed against
her middle, melting her into a puddle of hot wax.
    Brooke ran her
hands over his back, the bedroom light glimmering off her silver bracelets. She
broke their kiss to grab some much needed gulps of oxygen, staring up into his
wild eyes. Before she knew what was happening, she was pushing his apron aside
and unbuckling his belt without looking.
    A swaggering
grin revealed his pearly whites as he unzipped her corset in the back. It slid
to the floor with his pants and Roger’s eyes lowered to the massive breasts
staring back at him. “Oh. My…”
    “God,”