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replied, her forehead wrinkling.
    His face darkened, and he stepped forward and grabbed her arm. “Don’t be a fucking bitch. You’re mine, and you’re coming with me,” he said.
    Fuck that noise. “Don’t you dare touch her like that,” I growled.
    I easily tore his hand away from its grip on Anya’s arm, and then I shoved him, hard. He went flying backwards and landed on my coffee table, which almost broke under his weight as he hit it, and he slid down onto the floor with a moan. He was so off his face that he could barely get up, but when he finally managed to do so, he stumbled back over to us.
    “Back for more?” I asked. “How about you save me the trouble and get the fuck outta here?”
    “Don’t want no more trouble, man. I’m just here for her ,” he said, his tone still savage. Man, he was even higher than I’d initially thought. “She’s mine, and I’m taking her home.”
    “Actually, she’s with me,” I replied. “And this is my home you’re in, so you better get the fuck out right now before I throw you off the balcony, shit-stain.”
    His pinpricked eyes focused dimly on me for a long moment, as if he couldn’t understand a word I’d said, and then he looked back at Anya.
    “He’s right,” she confirmed. “I’m here with Cam.”
    And then she did something amazing.
    She kissed me.
    Jesus, that was unexpected…but perfectly welcome. She launched herself at me and wrapped her arms around my back, standing on her tiptoes as she pressed her warm lips to mine, and I responded immediately, sliding my tongue into her mouth as my hands roamed all over her curves.
    “Time to go, Dave,” some of my friends said in the background.
    At least that’s what I thought they said. I could barely even make out the sound of their voices, because my mind was too caught up in my embrace with Anya.
    She tasted like heaven, and her dark, wavy hair smelled of cinnamon and vanilla. I pulled her closer as her body trembled against mine, and she moaned into my mouth as I deepened the kiss. I was pretty sure that if I died now, I’d die a happy man.
    All from one kiss.
    “He’s gone, guys! You can stop pretending now.” Another friend of mine interrupted us, and Anya pulled away. Fuck. I hadn’t been pretending.
    She gave me a shy smile and touched a hand to her lips. “Thanks for playing along,” she said. “I figured that’s what it would take for him to finally take the hint and leave, short of you actually throwing him off the balcony.”
    “No worries,” I said. “But I wasn’t playing along. I meant it.”
    Something flickered in her eyes at that; something which I knew was reflected in my own expression.
    Desire.
    Longing.
    Need.
    However, her face was bright red and she was clearly nervous, so I didn’t want to push it. “So…do you want me to take you home?” I asked, silently praying she’d say no. “Or would you rather stay a while longer?”
    “I’ll stay,” she said. “This has been…fun.”
    That look in her eyes was still there, and I took it as my cue. “I haven’t even started on the most fun stuff yet,” I murmured, taking a step closer and sliding my arm back around her waist.
    She didn’t protest. Instead, she looked right into my eyes. “What sort of fun?” she asked.
    She looked so innocent and sweet that I couldn’t wait any longer. “I think you know what I mean,” I growled before leaning down and kissing her neck.
    She nodded as I pulled away, and I grinned. “Come with me.”
    With that, I grabbed her hand and led her down the hall towards my bedroom. Her hand trembled in mine, and I gave her a reassuring smile as I pushed the door open and showed her in.
    “Don’t be nervous,” I said, squeezing her fingers in mine.
    “I’m not,” she replied, slipping her shoes off.
    Liar. She was practically quivering.
    “I’m guessing you’re not the sort of girl who usually hooks up with a guy she’s just met, huh? It’s okay. You don’t need to