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followed the woman
    who enamored him. His eyes took in her gently swaying hips as she
    moved in front of him. Unconsciously he shifted his full erection so it
    didn’t feel so uncomfortable in his jeans.

    Standing under the overhang of the equipment shed, he watch-
    ed her. He had seen her at the game with that other man. “My woman
    needs to be cleansed. Shame on you for being out with someone else!
    You should never have let him touch you, you slut!” he hissed to the
    dark.
    It had been difficult talking with her. All he had wanted to do
    was kill the man with her. He was no dummy; he could interpret the
    sidelong glances and frequent touches that Navy man gave Chantoya.
    His Chantoya.
    He had watched them sitting together on the bleachers. Saw
    how they’d cheered together for her students. And his fury had grown.
    But what got him the angriest was how romantic their interac-
    tions at the game had gone. He had wanted to yell at her, demand she
    shower him with the affection he deserved. Her devotion was created
    for him and him alone. She was ignoring that and it infuriated him.
    So now as he stood in the shadows watching her, his rage at her
    blatant disregard for her true place—by his side—causing his nails to
    draw blood in the palm of his hand. The pain made him focused
    enough that he remained hidden.
    “Soon, Chantoya, you will be mine. You will be cleansed of this
    degradation you have allowed to touch your body. Soon, the only touch

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    you will have or crave will be mine. No more being a slut or whore, for
    we will be one.”
    The image of CJ being his to touch and caress as she lay beneath
    him naked brought him quickly to full arousal. He fondled himself to
    the sound of her husky laughter as she spoke with the students. He
    remained hidden until after she left with the man who had defiled her
    with a single touch.

    Osten stayed by the door of CJ’s apartment. “Are you sure you
    don’t want something to drink?” she asked as she hung up her coat in
    the closet.
    He groaned as her jean-clad derriere moved past him to put her
    keys on a hook beside him. “Maybe one drink…”
    “Well, come on in.” She flashed him a shy smile. “I know my
    place is small but make yourself at home. I’ll make some coffee.”
    Shrugging out of his jacket, Osten draped it over the chair by the
    door. He swept his gaze around her apartment, taking in the roses he
    had given her the night of their first date.
    Moving into the kitchen, he watched her pull out two mugs and
    set them beside her Senseo machine. He positioned his body against her
    counter, taking in her elegant motions.
    “Do you take anything in your coffee? Sugar? Cream? Milk?”
    her husky voice broke through his stare down with her butt.
    “Sugar, please,” he managed to say.
    “Are you okay?” she asked without looking over at him, intent
    on fixing his cup.
    Nothing you can’t cure. “I’m fine.”
    Handing him the steaming mug, Chantoya Willow Jackson
    wondered about the expression on his face. She gulped as their skin met
    during the transfer of the mug. Obviously struggling to control her
    emotions, she turned back and put in a packet for her own cup.
    She pointed to a crystal dish. “Sugar’s right over there in the
    glass bowl.”
    Osten knew she was nervous. He wanted to kiss her and make
    love to her, but instead he headed for the container she indicated.
    Lifting the lid, he smiled.
    There was a divider separating white and granular brown cubes
    of sugar. A spoon and pinchers were also there. On some instinct, Osten

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    spooned brown sugar into his drink and recovered the dish. He stirred
    in the sugar with the spoon in his cup.
    It wasn’t long before CJ led him to the living room. They sat to-
    gether on the couch.
    “Thank you—” they both said at the same time.
    “Go ahead,” CJ said.
    “No, you go. Ladies first.”
    Putting her cup down, she looked at him. “I just wanted