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lightly, and she moaned again, as my one hand palmed her ass supporting her weight, and the other hand went to the side of her shirt.
    A sob rose up from her as I ran my index finger along the side of her amazing tit where she had a trail of tiny black tribal butterflies inked; goose bumps broke across her flushed skin. Not being able to resist, I ground against her again, both of us panting. I pulled the side of her shirt across revealing one hard rosy nipple. “Like that, don't you, baby?” I leaned down, tracing the line of ink, moving slowly until I pulled her nipple into my mouth. She arched her body further into mine, causing me to groan at the taste of her sweet soft skin.
    Her hand dropped down and gripped my bicep. Her nails almost broke the skin where she held on tight, causing my muscles to contract. Fuck! That felt good. I could imagine how her nails would feel, clutching my ass, leaving half-moons in my skin.
    “You need to know I always get what I want, Scarlett.” I pulled my head up, staring into her eyes and whispered, “And I want my cock wrapped in your sweet pussy. I want to pound you hard until you can't move a muscle. I want to taste you on my tongue.”
    “Yes,” she whimpered on a hitched breath. “Please, God, please, Mace.”
    As much as I wanted to give her exactly what we both wanted, I had known Scarlett a total of twelve hours, and something deep in my gut told me not to fuck this up by one night standing her. God knew one night with Scarlett would never be enough.
    I slowly slid her down my body, moved her to the wall beside the door, opened it and threw over my shoulder as I sauntered off, “Dinner, tomorrow night, pick you up at six, babe.” I walked back across the road, quickly trying to adjust my aching dick. I hoped I could hold onto my resolve and not turn around, storm back into her house, and take her against the wall.
    Shit, I needed a cold shower pronto.

 
    “Fuck me,” I whispered as I slid down the wall in a heap.
    My heart was racing, and I was so damn horny that I thought I may just spontaneously combust. I clutched at my heaving chest and flushed a deep pink, thinking about Mace and his searing kiss.
    Well, that didn't quite go as I had hoped. I smiled and realized it had gone a hundred times better than expected. I might be the one sitting on the floor mentally calculating the number of steps to my bedside table where my rabbit vibrator lived, but I could almost guarantee that Mace wasn't going to sleep as soon as he got home.
    My efforts weren't wasted. I got to him. I’d gotten to him more than enough. At least enough that he’d ordered me on date. It was clear this wasn’t a request. He did not ask—he ordered. And it was hot as hell. I leaned my head against the wall and took a deep breath.
    How was I ever going to be around him without burning up?
    I was going to have to wing it on the date. Give as hard as I got. And I was looking forward to it.
    Oh, this was going to be a freaking blast.
    Some might find it strange being told they were going out rather than being asked. But it turned me on so much that my panties were soaked! There was something about a man who was confident enough in himself to assume the only answer would be yes. It really was more of a demand. Biting my lip through my smile, I sighed. Not that he’d given me the option, but if he’d asked properly, the answer would've been a big ‘hell, yes’.
    I stood, breathed deeply and steadied myself enough to climb the steps. My sensitive nipples peaked and brushed against my blouse with every movement I made.
    Oh, yeah. I was definitely going to need that rabbit tonight.
     

     
    I rolled over in bed and blindly reached for my cell that was vibrating on the nightstand. It was a text from Teen.
     
    You missed lunch, still alive?
     
    I squinted through heavy eyes to peek a look at the time glowing bright red on the alarm clock and realized I'd slept in late. I’d missed our weekly date.