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“
I
know
what
I
want
,
”
he
breathes
,
his
voice
low
and
husky
.
I
glance
up
at
him
,
and
he
’
s
staring
at
me
in
that
way
that
tightens
all
the
muscles
in
my
belly
and
takes
my
breath
away
,
his
eyes
dark
and
smoldering
.
Holy
shit
.
I
gaze
at
him
,
my
blood
singing
in
my
veins
,
answering
his
call
.
“
I
want
what
you
want
,
”
I
whisper
.
He
inhales
sharply
.
“
Here
?
”
he
asks
suggestively
,
raising
an
eyebrow
at
me
,
smiling
wickedly
,
his
teeth
trapping
the
tip
of
his
tongue
.
Oh
my
…
sex
in
IHOP
.
His
expression
changes
,
growing
darker
.
“
Don
’
t
bite
your
lip
,
”
he
orders
.
“
Not
here
,
not
now
.
”
His
eyes
harden
momentarily
,
and
for
a
moment
,
he
looks
so
deliciously
dangerous
.
“
If
I
can
’
t
have
you
here
,
don
’
t
tempt
me
.
”
“
Hi
,
my
name
’
s
Leandra
.
What
can
I
get
for
you
…
er
…
folks
…
er
…
today
,
this
mornin
’
…
?
”
Her
voice
trails
off
,
stumbling
over
her
words
as
she
gets
an
eyeful
of
Mr
.
Beautiful
opposite
me
.
She
flushes
scarlet
,
and
a
small
ounce
of
sympathy
for
her
bubbles
unwelcome
into
my
consciousness
because
he
still
does
that
to
me
.
Her
presence
allows
me
to
escape
briefly
from
his
sensual
glare
.
“
Anastasia
?
”
he
prompts
me
,
ignoring
her
,
and
I
don
’
t
think
anyone
could
squeeze
as
much
carnality
into
my
name
as
he
does
at
that
moment
.
