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club who could have taken advantage of her.
    Men like him.
    He knew he wasn’t the best of men. There were many women who would claim injury from his lack of calling after their nights of pleasure. But it seemed after one or two nights, the women who had insinuated themselves into his life had only wanted him for his pretty face, the big cock between his thighs, or his bank account. He was an object, something to flaunt in front of their friends and family, to trap into marriage. They all seemed to have thoughts of the little white house, picket fence, and babies. He wasn’t a Ken to their Barbie and refused to be treated as such.
    Kensington wasn’t like the other women. Most women chased after him ruthlessly, throwing themselves at his feet, yet she pretended he didn’t exist, although she didn’t do it all that well. He’d seen the fire in her eyes the few times he’d caught her staring at him. Lust had shaken him to the core when he’d felt her eyes on him, and he knew from the first moment he’d laid eyes on her she would give him a run for his money and wouldn’t bore him like the others.
    The first time he’d seen her lounging in a beach chair, watching his volleyball game, he’d been blown away. A slinky two-piece barely covered her delicious curves. He liked robust women, not the stick-thin women who looked like they’d snap like a twig if he gave them a good fucking. Kensington was all woman, full of life and full of fire. He’d known he had to have her from that first day. He’d talked his friend into introducing them. She’d feigned disinterest, but he knew enough about women to know when they were faking. Her eyes had been on him throughout the rest of the day. He’d felt her gaze, even beneath her dark sunglasses, and smiled as she turned her head each time he caught her.
    What he’d heard about Kensington from his experience with the new group had perked his interest even more. She was a hard worker, very independent, dated little, and was more focused on career than marriage. Added to the fact she was absolutely stunning, and he was seriously in lust. Once he’d realized she was the real deal, he’d been in pursuit, stealthily like a tiger, until the past few weeks. With her constantly ignoring him, he was going mad, and he’d come right out and flirted with her openly. She’d not responded to his gibes, but her skin had grown pink.
    Kensington had wanted him, and it had been enough to keep him intrigued. He’d dreamed of getting her into his bed, of all the things he would do to her lush curves, of all the holes he would fill with his dick. Her sweet, kiss-swollen lips would wrap perfectly around him as he thrust into her mouth. And then he wasn’t sure which would be better, her pussy or her nicely rounded ass. But he was bound and determined to find out.
    Now, she was in his bed, and he wasn’t going to lay a finger on her. His whole body shook with need; the texting game they’d played had fired him up and gotten him riled and ready. Then, she’d thrown herself at him, desperate for attention, attention he wanted to give her, but not in her condition.
    She’d said something about being blown off. Had the men in the club ignored her? He had made claim to her a few weeks before in that very club, saying he would have her and no one else would.
    Jace shuddered to think of the anger she’d feel if she knew he may have been the cause for her being an outcast tonight. A smile formed on his lips though. He was an alpha male and had set his sights on the best female in the pack. Those other men recognized what was his. Now he just needed to make her see the same. His body yearned to take her, make her his, but not like this. Reeling it all back in, he did everything in his power not to rip both their clothes off and find abandon between her thighs after waking her with his kiss.
    Her honey-blonde hair spilled around her, cascading over his pillow. His fingers itched to run through the