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“Do not ever compare me to a mere boy again.”
Chantelle wanted to laugh and scream all at the same time. Who did he think he was? Coming out of nowhere and making demands on her; acting as if he had a right to her. Well he did, but that wasn’t the point. Right now she was pissed by the fact that he was treating her as if she belonged to him.
“Why not? You’re acting like one.”
Her eyes almost fell out of her head when he pulled her flush against him. The evidence of his desire pressed against her hip. It left nothing to her imagination and she couldn’t look him in the eyes. His length was hot and heavy pressed against her. Chantelle wondered what he thought he was going to do with it. Because there was no way in hell they would fit together.
“I can assure you pet, that I am all man.”
A blush crept up her cheeks at the double meaning of his words. Chantelle felt the lean muscles of his body through the fabric of her dress. Being this close to him reminded her of safety and passion; it had Chantelle wanting nothing more than to melt into him.