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“Every last one of you, get out now.”
“You can’t tell my customers to leave!” Delight yelled, outraged. “Y’all
come back, and the next round is on me.”
“Leave.”
His voice was deadly, and every man reacted at the same time. No one
listened to Delight. Chairs scraped the floor noisily. Glasses slammed on
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tables as they were drained. Boots scuffled as each man hurried to leave the
bar. “Man, to be a fly on the wall,” someone said as they walked out.
Simon never looked to see who said it. His eyes remained on hers, and
when the last man left, he locked the door and calmly went around and blew
out the lanterns that lit the bar until everything was dim. He hoped the action
would help calm him down just a little bit. Delight stood wringing the bar rag
in her hands until he started to move toward her direction.
“You stay back, Simon,” Delight warned. “I don’t know what you’re
planning, but . . .”
“No buts, sweetheart.” His voice was mild, which did not match what
was swirling inside him. She was his. He was about to prove it to her. He
pulled her against him, his clothes still wet from the rain. “We’re going to
work this out my way.”
Those were the last words he spoke to her before his lips descended to
hers in a kiss that was meant to do only one thing—make her submit. His
kiss was hard, and he forced his tongue between her lips, taking the taste of
her instead of asking. Delight struggled for only a moment before she
moaned and he felt her hands clutch at his shoulders. The kiss sizzled the air
around them, making it thick, as his desire boiled over like a pot on a fire.
There would be no taking it slow this time around. It would be hard, hot,
and pulsating when he took her. Simon cupped her breasts, and with a
frustrated moan stripped the man’s waistcoat she wore from her shoulders
and dropped it to the floor. His hands bunched in the plaid shirt she wore.
Fabric tore and buttons flew in all directions under his firm jerk. The torn
shirt was tossed aside carelessly. Delight’s cry of pleasure when he filled his
hands with the smooth chocolate globes of her breasts spurred him on. He
wanted to take her with utter abandon. He had to show her he was a strong
man who would defend her till the end of his life. She had strength to survive
what she had been through, but now she had him to lean on.
One second she was kissing him, and the next she pulled away and
slapped his face. “You can’t use this to control me!”
In response, Simon kissed her again, hard, and the passion between them
burned hotter than before. He was so caught up in the way her mouth tasted
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beneath his that Delight took him by surprise, and with a deft twist, she was
out of his embrace and twisting his arm high above his back. Simon grinned
and winced when he felt the tendons in his fingers pull as she jerked. He
liked feisty women, and Delight was by far a stick of dynamite with a short
fuse. Simon countered her move by taking a wide sidestep and grabbing her
free elbow. She yelped in surprise when he used his body mass to swing her
around and pin her against the wall. With her cheek against the wood, her
breath was expelled in short, angry pants. Simon stepped close so she could
feel the hardness of his body while he whispered in her ear.
“You done?”
“This is my place. How dare you come in and try to take what’s mine!”
she fumed.
“That ain’t what’s going on, and you know it.” Simon kissed her ear and
felt a shiver run through her. “Make a choice. You either want me to care, to
which I will kill the next man who touches you, or you want to be Delight by
herself, who can take care of everything her damn self.” Simon slipped his
hand into her long, thick hair and pulled her head back so he could stare into
her eyes. “You’re mine, Delight. What kind of man would I be if I didn’t
answer when Johnny touched you and kissed you in front of me? Did you
want me to laugh it off and let it go? If that happened, he would do it again.
So make your choice. Either you want me as I am or I walk out that door.
You can’t have it both ways.”
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