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Unfortunately, it all came to an end quicker than I wanted to.

“Fuck, Marfil!” he exclaimed, pulling away from me and running a hand over his face. He looked furious. “I can’t do this!”

“Why not?” I asked. “Who’s stopping you?”

“I can’t,” he said, emphasizing each word.

I removed my high ponytail and let my hair swing loose. Then I proceeded to stay just like that, not a single movement, looking him in the eye.

Time seemed to stand still. We remained silent, locked in a staring contest, until he finally made a decision.

One second, we were staring each other down, and the next his mouth was on mine. This time, his kiss was unhesitating, firm, as if he wanted to make me pay for having caused him to lose all self-control.

He pressed my back into the wall and gripped my waist, as if it were the anchor that kept him rooted to the ground.

Tasting his mouth, inhaling his scent, his tongue more desperate for me than I ever thought possible, I wrapped my hands around his head and twisted my fingers into his hair, trembling as his hands slid up my sides until his palms practically covered my entire back.

“Tell me to stop,” he said, his mouth against my moist lips.

“Don’t stop, please,” I moaned against his mouth.

A curse escaped his lips, and we once again merged into a passionate kiss that left us breathless. He proceeded to tracekisses down my neck, his teeth grazing my throat, then licked me gently, driving me totally wild.

As if this moment couldn’t get any better, he picked me up effortlessly and sat me on the counter.

I sighed and grabbed his T-shirt, pulling him to me, wanting to feel every inch of him. I settled for clawing my nails along his back, and when I pressed my tongue into his, his mouth desperately devoured mine.

Were we seriously making out?

I gripped him tightly, wanting that moment to last a lifetime. For the first time in years, I felt alive; for the first time in a long time, I felt something when a man touched me, when a man kissed me.

I rubbed up against his erection and pressed harder into it, experiencing the impossible, wanting more, so much more.

But just as a sigh of pleasure escaped my lips, Sebastian cut the kiss off abruptly, as if suddenly realizing what had just happened, as if unable to believe what we’d done.

“I’m taking my three hours,” he said, throwing me one last glance before leaving the bathroom.

I sat frozen in place, my heart beating out of control as the door slammed shut—further cementing the moment coming to an end.

CHAPTER 13SEBASTIAN

I cursed everyone and everything, most of all myself, as I sped to my destination, far away from Marfil. What the hell was I thinking?

I wasn’t, and that was the problem.

Filled with rage, I slammed hard on the accelerator, and before I knew it, I was almost outside the city.

I pulled over on the shoulder and took out my cell phone to check on her through the cameras. Marfil was sitting on the couch with Liam beside her. They were talking.

Why the hell did I care?

Who was I kidding? I had fallen into her trap like an idiot. I had given in, completely unable to control myself at the sight of her half-naked body before me, noticing how she reacted to my simple caresses, how her body was more sensitive to my touch than any woman I’d ever been with. She was a fucking nymph, with her bright eyes and dark hair, her body so fucking killer it could give you a heart attack.

I cursed aloud and punched the steering wheel, startling myself as I accidentally honked the horn. How could I have been so stupid? I had to quit. If Cortés found out what had happened, he’d kill me. If he found out about the mistake I’d made, all hell would break loose.

I opened the glove compartment and checked that the 9mmGlock 19 was still where I’d left it. It was my duty to protect her; that’s what I had to do. I could figure everything else out later. But one thing was for certain: I would never again lay a finger on Marfil Cortés.

CHAPTER 14MARFIL