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    A shadow crossed his eyes. “Then tell me whose technique I should study. I’ll go seek a master.”

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    “Try a nightclub. Plenty of male models stack up experience there—perhaps you could learn a thing or two,” she suggested, sweet as poisoned honey.

    The words struck him like a match to dry tinder. He dipped his head and bit her lower lip―hard–sending a bright sting spiraling through her nerves.

    She cried out, a sharp yelp slicing through the quiet. The scoundrel had bitten her again. He didn’t draw blood this time, but the sting red so fiercely she had to bite back a curse.

    “Weston, you—” Laura gasped, the plea hanging unfinished.

    Before the words could settle, Weston’s mouth crashed onto hers, sealing every syble in a hard, unyielding kiss.

    Her senses reeled as his tongue swept through, stirring chaos, tugging breath from her lungs while he drank from her like a man long parched.

    “Weston… you… mm… stop. Please… Let me go…” she begged between ragged breaths.

    She pushed at his chest in vain, yet he only leaned closer, caging her until the kiss left her breathless and her lips tingling with hot, unfamiliar numbness,

    “Then I’ll learn properly right now,” Weston murmured, his long fingers tipping her face toward him. “I learn fast. Give me a few more tries, and I swear you’ll be delighted.”

    Laura blinked, stunned. iWhat /ion earth iis /iihe /italking iabout/i?

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    Before she could speak, Weston swept her off her feet, cradling her against his chest as though she were light as air. For a heartbeat, Laura went numb, shock freezing every nerve. Then dread mmed into her.

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    “Weston, put me down. I never agreed to… to that!” Laura protested.

    “But I want to,” Weston replied, perfectly calm.

    “Because you want it, I’m supposed toply? I-” she snapped.

    “Laura, I’m done. Do you want the heater left on?” Quinn called from the bathroom.

    Laura jolted, icy awareness darting along her spine–she had almost forgotten Quinn was still inside the apartment.

    “N–No, it’s fine!” Laura shouted back, forcing cheer into every syble.

    “Quinn’s back?” Weston lifted an eyebrow.

    “Yes, she’s back, so you can… uh… leave,” Laura hissed.

    She had nearly barked “get lost,” but feared the word might glue him to the spot.

    “If you truly want me gone, give me a real kiss. Once I’m satisfied, I’ll go,” Weston

    said.

    Laura’s pulse hammered; the fastest way to cut this knot was to meet his demand before Quinn walked out and saw this absurd scene.

    So she looped her arms around his neck and brushed a fleeting, light kiss across his lips.

    “Do you take me for a child? You call that a kiss?” Weston asked, gaze darkening.

    The retort caught in her throat, but there was no time for pride.

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    Determined, she surged forward and imed his mouth again, embarrassment burning away to resolve.

    This time she sucked gently on his lower lip, slid her tongue past his, and deepened the kiss with everything she had, intent on erasing all doubt in one breath–stealing sweep.

    Laura pulled back, eyes narrowed. “Is that good enough?” she demanded.

    Weston narrowed his eyes, a sliver of light sliding across his irises as he fixed on Laura like a hawk deciding whether to strike.

    Beyond the frosted bathroom door came the p of water and the muffled ck of the tap. The noise jerked Laura upright, panic throbbing behind her ribs.

    Quinn must have finished showering; any moment she would step into the hall.

    “Go–quickly!” Laura whispered, urgency wobbling in her throat.

    Weston did not budge. His gaze never left her face. Then, just as Quinnie drifted out in a cloud of steam, he scooped Laura into his arms and strode straight into the bedroom, as though he owned every inch of the ce.

    “I told you to leave the apartment, not invade my bedroom,” she hissed.

    “I did leave,” Weston murmured, lips curving with deliberate mischief. “I walked- right in here.”

    Laura’s lungs emptied in frustration. iIs /iihe /iireally /iiying /iword games right now?

    “Fine. After Quinnie igoes /iback to her room, you can go.” She exhaled, surrender leaking from each syble.

    “What, am I so shameful you have to hide me?” Weston’s voice sank a degree. “She’s back–I should at least say hello.”

    “Don’t!” she blurted, louder than intended.

    “Don’t?” He repeated the word softly, yet the glint in his eyes promised trouble.

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    A chill trickled down Laura’s spine; Weston’s stare had grown unsettling, almost predatory.

    “It’s just… I never mentioned you were here. If you suddenly walk out of my room, it’ll be awkward,” she muttered.

    “This is awkward?” Weston scoffed, eyes narrowing in mock amusement. “Tell me -are you truly embarrassed, or do you simply want nothing to do with me?”

    Their rtionship rested on ink and signatures, not romance. Still, she had never invited him to meet her friends or coworkers. Unless he came to her, she never called, never texted, never reached first.

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