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seeing me dance with Anna?”
    “Just you standing there turns me on, lover.” His voice lowered. “Watching you use your body to get a reaction from men, pissed me the fuck off.”
    I tilted my head back and looked up at him. “You know you enjoyed watching me move my hips back and forth against her.” I did the same to him. God, I loved teasing him. I loved seeing how far I could push him before he would break and I knew he liked doing the same to me.
    His hand moved up to cup my jaw before he leaned down to my ear. “The only one that I want you grinding your ass against is me. Man or woman, I get jealous. Your body is fucking mine. You, are mine. Did you forget that?”
    I swallowed hard at the deep husk of his voice.
    A wicked grin spread on his handsome face. “I think you did. Do I have to show you how much you belong to me? I could bend you over and fuck you right here and no one would even notice.”
    Anna would, because she was standing right in front of us but just the thought of him doing something like that to me in public, made my core quiver.
    I licked my lips. “I didn’t forget. I think you did.”
    “Never.” His fingers grazed down the vee of my dress before gripping my other hip. “I could never forget that you belong to me. Your body, mind, soul…all mine, Evvie. Even when you’re mad at me, which I know you are, you’re still mine.”
    Desire unfurled deep in the pit of my belly. The heat from his body radiated into mine and I couldn’t help but want him right then and there.
    I watched as Anna started dancing with a guy a few feet away from us. Her tall slender body moving to the beat of the music. The man was practically drooling over her and when she looked back at me, I waved.
    She laughed and shook her head, shrugging before continuing to dance with the guy that couldn’t keep his hands off of her.
    I wanted Brett to be mad like I was mad at him. I wanted him to know how much I was hurt that he never once mentioned me to her or her to me. I wasn’t a child. I didn’t play games. If he was that embarrassed over me that he couldn’t tell his old friend about me, then I was at least going to give him something to be embarrassed over.
    I took a breath and moved my hips against him. I could feel the bulge in his pants grow as I ground my ass into him.
    His nose brushed up the length of my neck, his hand grazing down the side of my body to my hip. He squeezed and I knew right then that he was losing it and fast.
    Satisfaction flew through me and I reached behind me before cupping the erection between his legs.
    His breathing picked up, his hips thrusting to the movements of my hand.
    Just when I knew he was getting worked up, I released him and walked away. Heading in the direction of his office, I brushed a shaky hand through my hair.
    Once reaching the hallway, I was pulled by the arm into a dark corner and pushed up against the wall.
    Brett spun me, his nostrils flaring. His big body shielded me from the onslaught of viewers as his fingers grazed down the side of my neck to the vee in my dress. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to because I already knew that he was pissed but turned on just the same.
    His hand pulled the top of my dress down, exposing my breast.
    The cool air washed over my skin, making my nipple harden.
    He licked his lips and brushed his thumb over the erect peak.
    I inhaled a gasp, a jolt of pleasure shooting straight to my groin. I lowered the zipper on the front of my dress.
    His gaze followed my movements. “Completely exposed for my enjoyment.”
    The way he growled my let me know that this was all for him. He would take what he wanted from me and he wouldn’t stop until he got it. I loved when he got like this. The possessive need to mate. To mark me. Remind me who I belonged to.
    He smirked and brushed his knuckles down my stomach to my panties.
    Screw it. I gripped the sides of my thong and ripped it clean off my body and stuffed the fabric in