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    “But you see, enchantresses thrive on the energy of men—”


    Before she could finish her sentence, Nate’s hand shot out, flipping her over with surprising speed, pinning her beneath him.


    Corrine’s breath caught in her throat, a startled gasp escaping her lips as her wide eyes locked onto his. The room was bathed in the soft hues of dusk, the curtains drawn tight, leaving only the faintest light that entuated the heat between them.


    Nate’s gaze flickered with intensity, the spark in his eyes mirroring the fire building within him.


    Corrine didn’t respond, her gaze flicking downward before she quickly looked away, gripping the sheets beneath her in an attempt to steady herself.


    “Do you like what you’re seeing?” Nate asked, amusement twinkling in his eyes as he noticed the flush spreading across her cheeks.


    “Why aren’t you saying anything?”


    Corrine fought to suppress the flutter in her chest, clearing her throat to regain herposure.


    “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”


    “You’ve been staring, yet you’re still not satisfied?” Nate teased, his fingers lightly tracing the contours of her hand, rubbing her palm with a subtle, deliberate motion.


    “But I was more than satisfied with youst time.”


    At his words, Corrine’s mind couldn’t help but slip back to theirst encounter in the car, her body heating with the vivid memory of what he’d done with her hand.


    Corrine’s anger red instantly.


    “Nate, will you ever stop—”


    Her words dissolved as Nate cupped her chin and captured her lips in another kiss, one that surpassed their earlier embrace with its passionate intensity. He explored her with unwavering determination, stealing every breath from her lungs.


    The charged atmosphere enveloped them as they remained locked in their fervent embrace, the silence of the room amplifying every subtle sound.


    A dull ache spread through Corrine’s hand, and she could no longer ignore the difort.


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    “Isn’t that enough?” she demanded, her voice sharp with exhaustion.


    Nate nestled his face into the curve of her neck, his ragged breathing warm against her ear as his fingers pressed into the soft flesh of her waist.


    “Just a little longer,” he pleaded.


    Moisture gathered in Corrine’s eyes as she pressed her lips together.


    “At least let me switch hands.”


    The thought of struggling to hold a pen at work the next day filled her with dread. Just as despair threatened to overwhelm her, the tension finally subsided.


    Nate’s lips brushed her cheek before delivering a tender kiss to her mouth.


    “Thanks for your hard work, babe.”


    His eyes smoldered with lingering desire,plemented by a roguish smile that made him look delightfully wicked.


    “Shut up!” Corrine snatched a pillow andunched it at his face.


    Nate caught it deftly.


    “Didn’t you just say you’d switch hands and help me one more time?”


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