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was surprisingly strong.
    “I need to speak with you; in private.” He ground out as he continued to drag me after him.
    “You can speak to her in the study Damien.”  Chloe called out and I nearly twisted my head off my shoulders turning back to glare at her. What was her game? She was trying to push us together was she? It was never going to happen; never in a million fucking years.
    When he finally got me in the study and shut the door, leaning against it to block my only exit, I glared at him, contemplating just how I was going to get him off the door so I could leave.
    “Get away from the door and let me get the fuck out of here.” I said through gritted teeth.
    He simply grinned and folded his arms across that disgustingly fine looking chest of his. Damn him for making me attracted to him; it wasn’t happening, it couldn’t happen.
    “Why are you such a bitch Flame? I’ve done nothing to you and yet you go out of your way to be as insulting as possible. Why?” He asked and I swallowed. That was the sixty four dollar question I guess. I couldn’t tell him that I was treating him the way I was to push him away. I had to keep him at a distance so I didn’t weaken. I couldn’t give in and let him fuck me, no matter how tempting it was to see how well he used that large cock of his. I couldn’t risk a repeat of what had happened before and being forced to run again.
    “It’s the only way I can get you to realise I don’t want anything to do with you. You’re a stubborn asshole; used to getting your own way are you?” I asked. “Well, not this little duck. Don’t take it too personally. I don’t get involved with any men.”
    An expression came over his face and he studied me for a little while before snorting in a manner that was very unsexy of him. “Are you trying to tell me you’re gay? You’re not gay sweetheart. I know it.”
    Something about his smug arrogance really pissed me off. “How dare you tell me what I am or am not? You don’t know whether I’m gay and whether I am or not is none of your fucking business.” I snapped.
    “You’re not fucking gay Flame. I know it, you know it.” He grinned at me, his bright eyes fixed on mine. “I can fucking well prove it too.”
    He pushed off the door and advanced towards me. I backed up, wary of the predatory gleam in his eyes. Fuck this cocky bastard. He just wouldn’t let up. Obviously he wasn’t used to rejection. I hit the edge of the desk that dominated the room and lifted my chin in an act of defiance while I waited for him to reach me.
    When he was right in front of me, he reached out, his fingers digging into my shoulders and with a quick jerk, I tumbled forward and into his arms. “Hey, fuck off you pr…” Was all I managed before his lips slammed down on mine.
    I pushed my hands against his chest, trying to get him to release me but damn he was hard, just muscle and more muscle. He felt amazing under my fingers. Still, I pushed harder and tried to turn my head away from him, to drag my lips from his.
    His arms tightened, his lips coaxing mine apart and before I could do anything, his tongue was in my mouth. I struggled against his hold on me, I fought to pull my lips from his, but he was too strong and as his tongue licked over mine, I could feel the fight draining from me. His lips, that sensual tongue, his beautiful scent surrounded me, intoxicating, teasing me, and seducing me.
    Suddenly the fight in me was gone, and I sagged into him, my tongue curling around his, my fingers tunnelling into his hair that was so soft to touch. My nails raked over his scalp, my movements restless before I dug my fingers into the back of his neck and dragged him closer.
    I heard him groan, the rumble of it vibrating against my lips and I felt his hands slide down my back, curving over my buttocks as he pulled me into him, bowing my body until I could feel the hard ridge of his erection against my stomach. Oh god, he felt so hard, so damned