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“Don’t tell me what to do,” Jocelyn said as she glared at him.

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Placing her hands on her hips she added, “And I’d appreciate it if you would keep from underfoot.”

“Underfoot?” Bas growled. In the blink of an eye, he’d crossed the room and backed her against the far wall in the cramped office. “You wouldn’t know underfoot if it bit you, Jocelyn. This is underfoot,” he said heatedly, pressing his body intimately to hers.

“Don’t push me,” he warned huskily. “Especially not for all the wrong reasons.”

Jocelyn frowned, refusing to back down. “With you there couldn’t be any right reasons. And if you didn’t understand, then let me make it crystal clear. You’re not the boss of me.”

His eyes met hers and he gazed into their angry depths. He was experienced enough to see beyond the anger and to notice something else, something she was trying like hell to fight—deep longing, need and heated desire….

Night Heat

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