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head came closer as his voice turned to a whisper.
    “You know what I want.” His hand came up to stroke her jaw, before his fingers traced along her neck. She shivered.
    “You must be joking.” Finally she was catching on to his way of thinking.
    “I don”t have a sense of humor when it comes to my prized possessions.”
    Olivia swallowed hard. “What trade are you offering?”
    He looked straight into her eyes. “Prison or my bed. The choice is yours.”

CHAPTER FOUR
    His bed!
    Of course Olivia had suspected what he wanted. She was a woman after all, but to hear his proposal roll over his lips so smoothly made her insides tremble. She”d seen that look before. It was the same he”d given her in the foyer of the auction house.
    Having a man like Marcus lust after her, desire her, want her in his bed, was a powerful turn on, despite the precarious situation she found herself in. She could feel his breath on her face, the searing heat of his body bringing her cells to a fever pitch. His fingers on her neck burned like molten lava.
    She couldn”t think clearly with him standing so close to her. She felt her nipples harden at the thought of his proposal. A night with a sexy man in exchange for being let off the hook? Why not take it?
    But what if it was a trick?
    “What guarantee do I have that you won”t go to the police anyway?”
    He shrugged his shoulders. “Only my word.”

    She didn”t know him. Yes, she”d done her research on him, but it didn”t mean anything. She didn”t know whether his word was good or not.
    She felt him move closer, his thighs brushing against hers. She inhaled sharply.
    “Maybe we should seal our deal with a kiss?” Marcus suggested.
    Olivia gave him a panicked look. “I haven”t accepted it.”
    “Maybe not consciously, but your body …” He let his eyes sweep over her breasts, focusing on the hardened nipples that pressed through her sweater.
    Darn traitors!
    To emphasize his point, his hand trailed down to one of the peaks and touched it, swirling his finger around it then lightly taking the little bud between his thumb and index finger, squeezing gently.
    A stifled moan escaped her lips. This man would be her undoing. She felt like melting into his touch. Would it be too forward if she took his hand and guided it under her sweater to touch her naked skin? How long had it been since a man had touched her this intimately?
    God, what was she thinking?
    “What guarantee do I have?” she heard herself say. Was she crazy even thinking about accepting his offer? Was it any surprise that she couldn”t think clearly with his masculine scent drugging her?
    “I”m going to kiss you, and if you don”t believe me after that …” He didn”t finish his sentence. Instead his mouth moved closer. His lips touched hers, very gently at first as if he was testing if she”d push him away. She had no intention of doing so. She had wanted to feel his lips on hers the moment she”d seen him in the auction hall.

    His hand rested on her breast while the other one snaked around her shoulder and moved to the back of her neck, caressing her and sending goose bumps down her spine. Instinctively she parted her lips and felt his tongue dart into her mouth.
    Her resistance, if she ever had any, vanished instantly. Unable to resist his tender kiss, she sought out his tongue and twined with him, allowing him deeper access to her mouth while she put her arms around his neck.
    Olivia felt her body in tumult as the heat in it rose. Her insides seemed to melt into liquid and trickled to her core, pooling between her legs. Unbearable need flared up in her. The need to feel this man, have him inside of her. As she kissed him back more fiercely and ran her hand through his thick hair, a guttural moan came from his mouth.
    He pulled himself away from her. His eyes were dark and filled with desire. Out of control desire. Perfect. She could work with that.
    “Prison or my bed? I need an answer now,”