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“Here.”
    A half hysterical laugh bubbled up her throat as she turned and ran through the open door.
    He let her get through it, even though she knew he could have been on her well before. Less than a step inside, his hard arm snaked around her slender waist. Displaying the sheer strength she’d only seen hinted at, he hauled her back against him, slammed the door shut and pressed her against it face first.
    She shivered as her skin contacted cool metal, and again when he pressed against her back. The heated skin of his muscled chest brushed against her, the smallest contact curling her toes and making her body clench hard.
    “Now, let’s talk about this theft…” he murmured against her neck.
    His breath stirred the strands of her hair. She bit her lip, holding back a whimper as he hooked a finger into the waistband of her…no, his pants. He ran the digit inside the fabric, left to right, his fingertip leaving a trail of fire across her skin.
    “You do realize theft is a serious offense? Hmm, yes, very serious. You should be punished,” he decided, testing the hold the waistband had on her hips. It slipped half an inch. He chuckled in delight. “In fact, I can think of several suitable punishments…”
    Slowly, he pulled and the fabric slipped farther and farther down her hips. It lost its grip on her skin completely and dropped to puddle around her ankles.
    Her breath came in short, excited gasps. For the life of her, she couldn’t stop her shameless behavior. She was wet…aching, all for him. Hooking the pants with her foot, she kicked them away and tried to entice him with her naked body. Lifting herself up on her toes, she slid her ass along the hard press of his erection still trapped within his pants. The friction of the cloth felt nice, but it wasn’t what she wanted, and nowhere near where she wanted to feel it. “I’ve given you your clothes back…you could just let me go,” she cajoled.
    She tried to twist around to see him, but he kept her pinned facing the door. Reaching back, she caressed his cock through the fabric of his combat pants, trying to drive him to the same frenzy she felt. Rewarded with a deep groan, she grew bolder, stroking along the length, from the tip of the head down to his balls. He leaned into her. Her arm trapped between their bodies, she couldn’t move away from the cool steel of the door.
    He dropped his mouth to her neck, kissing and sucking her soft skin, hard enough to brand her with tiny marks. His mouth hovered over her ear, his voice husky with desire. “What if I don’t want to let you go? Hmm?”
    Thinking straight became an optional extra and he hadn’t touched her yet. If he didn’t want to let her go? That didn’t sound like punishment. That sounded like heaven.
    “In fact, I don’t think I will.”
    He moved behind her, pulling her arm free and capturing the other in a swift movement. Ruthlessly, he dragged them up over her head, pinning them both there with one hand. His other skimmed down her now naked body, flirted briefly with the curve of her waist and settled on her hip.
    “First I think we need a body search.”
    He kicked her feet farther apart, the heavy fabric of his combat pants scraping sensually against the tender inside of her thighs. A tremble shimmered through her body as he stroked her flank and traced the curve of her ass with a gentle finger. “Who knows what kind of weaponry you’re packing…”
    Playing along, she jerked against his hold on her wrists. Even though she wanted nothing more than his touch, if he wanted to role-play a little, she’d be more than happy to be the uncooperative thief.
    “Weaponry? I’m not sure where you think I could possibly hide anything now, considering I have no means to conceal anything in my present state of undress.”
    The way her legs were spread, he could do whatever he wanted to her. It seemed he wanted to torture her with light, teasing touches. His palm traveled down the outside of