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collecting her clothing from the floor when he took her wrists into his hands and pulled her to him.
    “Why are you fine with ignoring what’s going on between us? Is it your son, Andrew? Are you with his father?”
    “What? No.” She shook her head.
    “Stay with me.”
    She inhaled sharply, “Camp, what more could you possibly want from me? I’ve given you everything I have to give. I’m tired and hungry. I need to get something to eat and call it any early night.”
    “Eat here. Sleep here.”
    “You can’t be serious.”
    Camp moved in front of her, blocking the path between their rooms. “I’m deadly serious.”
    “Well, I don’t need you to do this, okay?”
    “You may not need it, but I want it.”
    She offered a tight smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “You want what, exactly?”
    Exasperated, he pushed away from her. “Fuck, Jenny, I just wanted you to stay the night with me. That’s all.”
    “That’s exactly my point.” She stalked off with her clothes balled into her hands. When she crossed the threshold to her room, she slammed the door and turned the bolt to lock it. Camp grabbed the nearest object, which happened to be a lamp, and threw it with all his might at the closed door.
    Camp’s cellphone buzzed, so he picked it up from the floor and saw several texts from Clay.
    Can you keep it down? Whatever ur taking her against is bumping the wall that we share and I’m trying to study for my certificate . The last one, Camp knew, was sincere. You ok, bro? I heard something break, so let me know . Clay was only a few years older than Camp and Cash, but he took his role as the eldest seriously. He was very protective of the St. Martin clan.
    Yeah, man, just gettin mind-fucked .
    Clay replied, Ouch, that stings. I’m here if u wanna talk .
    No, he didn’t want to talk. And what he wanted to do needed a woman, not his brother.
    He hurled another object against the door. This time a pillow.
    Unsatisfied, he stomped off to the bathroom and slammed the door.
    He’d never been one to throw things and act irrationally. That woman made him crazy.
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    Jenny jumped when she heard something crash against the door. A lone tear escaped her eye. She’d love nothing more than to share dinner with Camp and sleep the night away in his arms, but she couldn’t afford to do that. She had her brother to think about. He needed her, and she’d learned that a man didn’t fit into their lives. She didn’t want to disappoint her brother or Camp and decided it would be too risky to let down her guard. She had needed Camp tonight and would need him again, and she hoped that they could be intimate and leave it at that.
    She played back his kiss and recalled how it was like fire and ice, fast and slow, hard and soft, shallow and deep. She’d been lost in the magnitude with which he tended to her needs. There was no doubt he could be a real fucking bastard, but she’d never been with a man with so much rugged virility. Thinking of his sexy smolder had the knot at her core tingling with need.
    God, his trim, taut, and smooth body took her breath away. When he stood shirtless with his slim-fitted trousers down around his hips and that smoldering angry stare in his eyes, her mouth had gone dry because all of her moisture pooled between her legs. His body was slender and his muscles were so tight, it gave him a quality that she associated with masculinity. He even had veins across his lower abdomen. Those veins she’d followed with her eyes as they’d culminated somewhere in his pants.
    Too bad he’d taken her from behind, not that she’d minded at the time. But she hadn’t been able to watch his body as he’d pumped into her. She’d felt him just fine, but he was gorgeous and the visual would have been a plus.
    She would need more, so much more. She thought about the huge error she’d made that cost him thousands of dollars. She hated that she’d messed up, but mostly she hated that he thought her to be