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like?”
    Marcus again shrugged. “He’s a lot like me. He’s very private, very distrustful. He was hurt.” He brought his gaze back to hers and Sinclair tried to read what was in his eyes. “Long time ago. I think that’s mostly why he keeps to himself—keeps his life and identity so private.”
    “That’s sad,” she said. “You said he was a lot like you. Were you hurt?”
    Marcus sighed and leaned down to kiss the tip of her nose. “I think we can surely think of something else to talk about,” he murmured against her lips. “Or do.”
    Sinclair smiled, temporarily forgetting the questions she wanted to ask. “Do, huh,” she giggled as he rolled her to her back and settled his weight on top of her.
    Her legs spread, allowing him to sink between her thighs. He pressed against her and she sighed, lifting one knee. His cock thickened and she felt herself getting wet in anticipation.
    “Now that I think about it,” he purred. “We don’t need to go anywhere.”

Chapter Twelve
    Marcus put his hand at the small of Sinclair’s back, leading her into the crowded restaurant where they planned to have dinner. They’d spent the entire day in the bedroom, playing, talking, laughing. She had a way about her that drove him nuts, making him want her more and more.
    He had so many plans for their few days here, but instead of the games he had in mind, she made him so damn crazy for her, he just ended up making love to her—the games forgotten. Tonight would be different. Which is why he suggested dinner out.
    They needed time to talk, to explore their relationship in ways other than sex, even though sex was all he could think of.
    He looked down and watched the slow sway of her ass as she walked. She wore a short, purple sundress that complimented her tan and curvy figure. Her three-inch heels made her legs look longer and so sexy he could hardly turn away, but he had to. If he didn’t, he’d run into someone or something and make a total fool of himself.
    As they walked through the crowd to their table in the far corner, he slid his hand up her skirt and pinched her bare ass. She gasped and swatted at his arm.
    “Marcus,” she hissed over her shoulder before glancing around at the various couples to see if anyone saw.
    “Don’t make such a big deal and no one would even notice,” he teased.
    She sent him an agitated look over her shoulder that made him smile. Sinclair could sometimes be such a spitfire. It was one of the things he liked about her. When he’d first met her, he’d loved watching her get riled. He still did.
    With a sigh, he took a seat at the table. Instead of sitting across from her, he took the one next to her so he could rest his hand on her thigh, just above her knee.
    “Can I get you anything from the bar?” the waitress asked as she placed two menus on the table.
    “I’ll have a beer,” Marcus said, then nodded to Sinclair. “What do you want, baby?”
    “I think I’ll have a Long Island Ice Tea. I haven’t had one in forever.”
    The waitress walked away to get their drinks and Marcus leaned his elbows on the table. “Don’t get smashed, Sinclair,” he said and she turned to give him a strange look.
    “Why are you worried about me getting smashed?” she asked with a short laugh.
    “I don’t like having sex with overly drunk women. I feel like I’m taking advantage.”
    Sinclair smiled softly and nodded a thank you to the waitress as she set the drinks on the table in front of them. When she walked away, Sinclair turned back to Marcus and replied. “For starters, I’m an adult. Don’t treat me like a child.” Marcus raised an eyebrow, but let her continue. “Secondly, it’s not like we haven’t had sex, so you wouldn’t be taking advantage.”
    “Point taken on the second, but face it, Sinclair. I’m a Dom and sometimes that bossy demeanor will come out other places besides the bedroom. Are you going to have a problem with that?”
    She studied him with a