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thumped the bed in frustration.
    Damn Joshua Quinn to hell. Everything was his fault—her
arousal, her confusion and frustration. If he hadn’t walked into her life,
everything would be fine and dandy. She’d be plodding along with her business,
not thinking about sex.
    The doorbell chimed. She looked at the clock. Who would be
ringing her bell at 1:15 a.m.?
    She rearranged her clothing and scrambled out of bed. As she
shrugged on a robe, she grabbed some pepper spray. A woman living alone couldn’t
be too careful.
    It rang again. She flicked on the lights and muttered, “I’m
coming.”
    Heat rose in her cheeks. It was the only “coming” she’d be
doing tonight. The lack of an orgasm still irked her. Scared her a little too.
What if the orgasm block was permanent?
    “Over my dead body.” Those were stupid thoughts. She put it
down to a tough day. Now that she’d told Joshua to stop harassing her, she
could get back to an even keel.
    She padded down the stairs into the dark store and navigated
through the various tables and displays.
    The bolts on the front door moved easily as she pulled them
back but left the chain securely in place. She held the spray ready before
opening the door a crack. “Yes, can I help you?”
    Joshua graced her doorstep, arms braced on either side of
the frame, head bowed intimately toward the gap. “Hello, Ruby.”
    Her throat constricted. Arousal shot through her so fast she
had to steady herself on the wood.
    “Can I come in?” He looked serious, his eyes dark and
stormy. His disheveled hair added a sense of wild urgency. She’d only seen him
perfectly coifed.
    His scent—musk and earth—mingled with a hint of whiskey and
made her mouth water. She wanted to lay her lips on the column of his neck and
taste him.
    “Don’t think that’s a good idea.”
    He turned his head. “If you don’t let me in, I think your
neighbors might call the cops.”
    The thought of him doing time in an orange jumpsuit wasn’t
unappealing. “Maybe some time in a police cell would curb your stalker
tendencies.”
    “Please, Ruby. I won’t hurt you. If you don’t like what I
have to say, I’ll go and you’ll never hear from me again.”
    She believed the honesty and conviction in his words.
Strange, considering she didn’t really know him. It confused her further.
    Relenting, she unhooked the secure chain and gestured him
inside. He brushed past her, inhaled and his nostrils flared.
    “You smell like cum.”
    “I do not.” She slammed the door shut. Her cheeks pulsed
with embarrassment and she was sure they glowed like beacons of shame.
    He grabbed her wrists and lifted her fingers to his nose.
Sniffed. His tongue snaked out and licked the tips, one digit after the other.
Slowly. Deliberately. His gaze locked on hers.
    “Mmmm.” The sound rolled from his chest, sending a fresh
gush of moisture between her thighs. “You’ve been a naughty girl, Ruby. I can
taste cum on your fingers. Your face is flushed and I bet those rosy nipples
are stiff.” He sucked on the tips. “What did you think about while your fingers
were inside your cunt?”
    It felt as if he’d flipped a switch deep inside. She was
frozen by his crude words. He’d taken command so easily. Her muscles relaxed
and turned to jelly. She’d missed being teased.
    She wanted to answer.
    “I thought about…” She swallowed, stammered. Moments ago she’d
been ready to have him arrested. Now she couldn’t think straight, all her anger
disappearing as he licked and nuzzled.
    “Did you think about me? Tell me the truth, Ruby. No lies or
I’ll have to punish you.”
    A mewling sound escaped her dry throat. “Yes, I thought
about you.”
    He traced circles on the pulse point of her wrist, lulling
her, arousing her. “What was I doing?”
    “You were between my thighs. Licking me. Talking to me.” She
felt compelled to answer him. He’d woven an erotic spell on her and she was
powerless to resist. Maybe her sexual dry