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insist.”
    She opened her mouth to tell him to fuck off, but he took that opportunity to brush his lips over hers. Tingles of pleasure raced through her at the first touch of his skin and she raised her hands to push him away but soon found herself clutching his rock hard shoulders as he began to make love to her mouth. That was the only way she could think of describing the way he kissed her before she couldn’t think at all.
    Firm, but gentle, his tongue pressed against her mouth and she parted her lips, allowing him in. He stroked his tongue against hers, seducing her into responding. Passion and self-disgust at her own lack of restraint filled her in a heady combination that made her moan into his mouth. His answering growl didn’t help her efforts to move away and soon her hands were buried in his hair while she sucked on his tongue, trying to get closer to his maddening heat. God he smelled so good, tasted so good. Everything about him drove her crazy but she’d be damned if she gave into him. She tried to remind herself that she was just another notch in his belt, another conquest, but when he cupped her breast and brushed his thumb over her straining nipple she whimpered.
    “Um, Dallas, I hate to interrupt but Mom wants to know if your guest would like some sangria before dinner.”
    She pushed Dallas away with a startled yelp, her cheeks burning as she looked over and found Dallas’s younger brother, Austin, grinning at them. He was just as big as his older brother, and a fighter, but he was still working his way up through the ranks of the UFC while Dallas was a retired world champion. She’d met Austin before and he’d always been a flirt, but she managed to ignore him much more effectively than she ignored Dallas and Austin soon gave up flirting with her. He was actually a decent guy when he wasn’t trying to get into her panties, but that didn’t mean she appreciated the leering grin he was giving her, complete with waggling eyebrows.
    She tried to move free of Dallas’s arms, but he merely moved them so her back was pressed to his front while he rested his chin on her head. “We’ll be there in a second.”
    Austin grinned. “Any chance I might get a kiss like that, Amanda?”
    Dallas growled, but Amanda gave Austin a narrow eyed look and said, “Keep it up and I won’t cover for you next time one of your pissed-off girlfriends is looking for ‘that cheating bastard’.”
    Holding up his hands, Austin flinched and backed away. “Yikes, you play hard ball, bebé , but I don’t cheat. They just don’t like it when I start dating someone else. What can I say? I’m addictive.”
    “ El zorrer ,” Dallas muttered, the way he rolled his “r’s” making her heart beat faster. It was unfair that he not only looked sexy and could make her wet with a glance, but even his accent drove her crazy. She couldn’t help but think about what it would be like to have his mouth on her pussy again and wonder what it would feel like if he made that rolling “r” sound against her clit.
    She managed to wiggle her way out of Dallas’s arms and said in a harsh whisper, “What’s your family doing here?”
    He had the audacity to give her an innocent look. “What? I invited them over for dinner.”
    “Have you lost your mind?” She frowned at him and tried to ignore how her hard nipples were poking out against the thin fabric of her blouse. “Why would you do that?”
    “So suspicious. Come on. My mom is making dinner and I swear you’re going to die when you taste her empanadas.” He tugged her hand. “Stop trying to kill me with your eyes, beautiful. You know it just makes me hard.”
    She gaped at him as he led her through his opulent Spanish-style home until they reached his kitchen. The room stood a good fourteen feet high with windows facing the ocean, all dark wood cabinets with beige granite countertops. Mrs. Ortega looked up as they entered, her round face breaking into a wide smile. At