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for hours on end.
    In this neighborhood, would anyone notice or care if he lifted her into the back of his Silverado and did just that?
    That reckless thought sobered him up. It wasn’t only the consideration of what the media would say about him if he was caught having sex with her. The reporters would take one look at where she lived and brand her a whore. He needed to tread carefully, for Jenna’s sake.
    “I concede to your terms.” Since he’d forgotten his baseball cap in the truck, there was nothing to get in the way of him kissing her. He leaned in and tasted her smile.
    “I like how you seal the deal,” she murmured when he pulled away. He kept a hand on her back as they walked toward the building.
    “Hey, lady Jenna!” one of the beer-drinking guys on the other side of the lot called out. “My bro appreciates you letting him use your parking spot when he visits his kids.”
    “Any time, Oscar.” She waved.
    “Wanna beer? We got enough for your guy, too, as long as he’s good enough for you.”
    “Did you want a beer?” Jenna asked. “Because I can vouch for you being good enough.” Even in the dark, he could see the mischievous glint in her eyes.
    All it would take was one of those guys snapping a pic on his cell phone, and Micah would make headlines for his personal life, not his career. Since that went against his whole being-cautious-while-getting-to-know-Jenna plan, he raised one eyebrow and said, “Are you trying to back out of our agreement? I don’t recall anything in there about deviations from walking you to the door.”
    She chuckled. “Looks like I’m not the only one who can play hardball.” Turning back to Oscar, she replied, “No thanks, you guys. Enjoy one for me though, ’kay?”
    They laughed and raised their beers in tribute.
    Jenna unlocked the outer door of the building and pulled it open. “This is the back way. The courtyard has a pool and trees, but I live right here.”
    The lights lining the truncated hallway made the beige-painted floor, ceiling and walls gleam a sickly shade of yellow. The stale air smelled vaguely of tortillas and heavily of cleaning products.
    She leaned back against the second door on the right. “This one’s mine.” Her lips tilted up. “So we made it to my door. I’m ready for the end terms of the deal.”
    Micah wished he could slip back into the easy flirting, pretend everything was okay and that this was just a simple, fun dating ritual for the end of the night, and that when she closed the door, she’d be safe. But not a single thing he’d seen in the last ten minutes had convinced him that her safety was guaranteed.
    Some of the light left her eyes as he stood there staring at her, wishing he could offer promises he wouldn’t let himself make only twelve hours after meeting her.
    She pushed away from the door, looking more like the nervous and wary Jenna he’d seen in holding after she’d been dismissed from set than the Jenna he’d gotten to know over the last couple hours. Shit. He’d done this to her. Again.
    “Micah?”
    Before she could say anything more, and before he could tell caution to fuck off so he could ask Jenna to come home with him, he took her face in his hands and kissed her. He tried to keep it gentle, but the quiet half-laugh, half-sigh that rose from her throat, her mouth softening against his, the way she wrapped her arms around him and dug her fingers into his hair, had him easing her back against her door and his front against her.
    He teased his tongue over her slightly parted lips then swept inside. Sweet, wet heat tangled together. His dick was hard, his entire body strained tight with everything he wanted to do to and for Jenna, but she didn’t shy away. She seamed her body to his so he felt every sexy curve, and took the kiss even deeper.
    His hands left her face, skimmed down neck, shoulders, arms, meeting at her hips and cradling her ass. He yanked her up and stepped between her thighs, their