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He stood staring down at her as she slept, his rage growing at the thought of her in another man's arms. As long as he lived he would never be able to forget watching her move across the dance floor, her breasts pressed against another man's chest. He'd been following her for weeks, watching her at home and at work. Her dark hair and green eyes were what first attracted him but it was the way she carried herself that kept him coming back.
Average height for a woman she stood just over five feet, six inches tall. Her dark hair curled to just below her shoulders and accented a graceful neck. Her body could only be described as ripe with large, firm breasts, a narrow waist and generous hips. She was the very definition of woman and even her scent was feminine. Light and airy he'd passed close enough to catch a brief smell of her scent as he walked behind her standing at the bar earlier that evening.
In sleep she seemed all that more vulnerable and indescribably beautiful. Her hair was spread out beneath her on her pillow, one hand resting above her head while the other pressed lightly against her stomach. The warm summer night eliminated the need for blankets and she slept concealed beneath a single sheet. Her body clearly outlined by the linen he yearned to pull it from her body and explore every inch of what lay hidden.
Until tonight he'd been unable to approach her and had watched from afar. His natural character was open and fun loving but something about this woman left him feeling like a high school boy approaching the home coming queen and asking her for a date. The thought of actually talking to her left him breathless, his palms sweating and his heart threatening to jump out of his chest.
They'd actually met twice before and while she'd smiled and asked him several questions he got the feeling that she treated every one with the same level of familiarity. There was nothing special about the way she talked to him and he didn't think that she would welcome his advances. So why was he here?
Something had changed, shifted deep inside of him when he'd watched her dance with another man. It didn't matter that he had been a co-worker, the simple fact that she let herself be held close by any man other than him had felt like a betrayal. It was then that he knew it was time to make his move. The bar had been crowded, several people from their firm out dancing and celebrating the birth of the VP's first baby and he knew there was no way to get close to her there.
He'd waited, biding his time until she left alone, walking towards her car and then followed her home. He'd watched, his anger growing as she moved about her house turning off lights and finally retiring to her room. He'd spent much time lately outside her home but this was the first time he'd allowed himself to enter her private domain.
Her house was just as he thought it would be. Heavy mahogany furniture done in dark, warm colors touched off with light paintings and feminine art. Her scent lingered in the air and had grown stronger as he neared her bedroom. The master suite was dominated by a large, four-poster bed and matching armoire. It was definitely a woman's room and she looked like she belonged here.
He had yet to see her bring home another man but tonight's episode had opened his eyes and he was here to take what rightfully belonged to him. Slowly, his rage nearly boiling over, he slid the sheet from her body revealing a black silk negligee. His breath started coming faster as he caught sight of her thighs slightly spread in sleep. Quickly, he shed his clothing, his cock freed from his boxer standing out from his body. Unable to wait he covered her body with his own bringing his hand down upon her mouth.
Lindsey's eyes flew open as she felt herself pressed down into her mattress. Unable to scream she lashed out with her hands and feet, trying to knock the unfamiliar weight from her body. The hand was removed from her mouth only to quickly capture her hands and hold them over her head. She felt the weight shift, spreading her legs and settling between her thighs making it impossible for her to kick out.
"Stop it. I won't hurt you."
