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her friends, her family.
    How she tasted.
    What she cried out in ecstasy.
    He was driving himself fucking crazy
constantly thinking about her. He was not a stalker, damn it. He was powerful,
wealthy and women pursued him all the time.
    But he wanted her.
    He had tried to approach his
dream girl several times now and somehow he always managed to fuck it up. The
first time he had seen her he had just gotten out of one of the company cars
with a friend when she had suddenly appeared across the street. He had never
been one to believe in love at first sight, but he had been struck dumb in that
moment.
    “Jesus, Tag. You’re eye fucking
that poor woman on the street in front of her boyfriend,” Adam had said as he
nudged Tag in the shoulder. Tag has smiled sheepishly at his friend, but he
sobered as his dream girl fled inside her office building, out of sight.
    The next time he had tried to
approach her it had been before work. He had seen her walking and jogged across
the street to meet her. Before he could speak, he had accidently knocked her
down on her sweet ass. Feeling like an idiot he had tried to apologize, but
obviously hadn’t done a very good job of it as she hurried away from him.
    Last week had been another
clusterfuck of epic proportions.
    It had been raining like crazy
when he arrived back at his office from a very long lunch meeting with a very
annoying colleague. Tag had been in a bad mood as he got out of the car, when
his umbrella was ripped out of his hand. Soaked to the skin in a matter of
seconds, he had looked over and his anger had faded under the weight of his
concern as he saw his dream girl shivering in the onslaught of rain. With no
thought but to take her inside with him, he had started forward, but she had
let out a sob and ran from him…again.
    Every damn time he saw her, his
cock would twitch, angry with him for not pursuing what it craved. That day it
had been painful to let her go when she was so upset, but he hadn’t wanted to
scare her even more by chasing her down and carrying her off like some sort of
raging caveman. And that is exactly what he would have done. The rain had
plastered her blouse to her full breasts and he had remembered her hard nipples
poking through the thin material.
    It had almost pushed him beyond
his control.
    Now here she was, in his arms,
crying out in fear. A wave of fierce protectiveness swept through him as he
wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to him. He felt her own arms
wrap around his waist so their bodies were pressed together as the elevator
went pitch black. She let out a low moan of distress and his hold on her tightened,
trying to give her what comfort he could. A few seconds later the low amber
glow of the emergency lights kicked on, chasing the darkness away. 
    Feeling like a fool, Caitlyn released
her death grip on him and pulled back, but he didn’t let go of her. His face
was an expressionless mask. Black hair hung down over his forehead and she saw
him clench his chiseled, square jaw. Dark obsidian eyes held hers in their
intense gaze making it impossible for her to look away.  She could feel a blush
rising to stain her cheeks pink as she tried to remove herself from his arms,
but again his steel roped arms held her still.
    “Oh shit, I’m sorry. I’m so
sorry, I’m all over you, and I don’t even know who you are,” Caitlyn managed to
croak out.
    “My name is Tag. Don’t worry, I
like you where you are. I’ll keep you safe.” He spoke softly as he held her against
him tenderly, like a precious treasure.
    “I’m ah, Cait…Caitlyn. Really,
you can let me go now. I think the earthquake is over.”
    A phone rang from a panel inset
into the wall of the elevator right below the panel of buttons.  Without
looking away, Tag retained his hold on her as he reached down to flip the panel
door open. He pulled out the phone, bringing it up to his ear, his piercing
eyes never leaving her.
    Desire flared to life within her
as she