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endearment. Which was probably why her heart did a foolish little flip-flop. But the rush of pleasure didn’t last long.
    He’d insulted her. She wasn’t a ball-buster—not by any stretch of the imagination. Connor McCoy only thought she was, because he was probably accustomed to instant surrender from every woman he touched—with those mind-altering magic fingers of his.
    ‘I know just how to unleash all the passion you’ve got on lockdown,’ he added.
    She stared at his mesmerising face, buffeted by the giddy rush of heat. And the thought that the passion wasn’t locked up nearly as tight as she’d like.
    ‘We’re not talking about this,’ she said, struggling to find solid ground again. ‘What just happened was a mistake. It isn’t going to happen again.’
    ‘You sure about that?’
    She crossed her legs, hoping to relieve the pulsing ache for release still throbbing in her clitoris. ‘Yes.’
    He lifted his elbows onto the table, steepled his fingers and pressed his thumbs against his lips. ‘Really? Despite all the evidence to the contrary?’
    Her lungs seized, the throbbing ache increasing tenfold. Were those her juices she could see on his thumb, glistening in the candlelight? And mocking her.
    He licked at his thumb. And she squirmed, sure she could feel the rough swipe of his tongue drawing across her labia. She drew in a sharp breath and caught the musky hint of her own arousal above the aroma of chocolate and brandy and coffee.
    He winked—a sinfully sexy grin lifting his lips.
    ‘I can make you come so hard and so long,’ he said, the playful tone belied by the intensity of that pure azure gaze. ‘You’ll be begging me to stop for real.’
    Sabrina gave her head a little shake, having fixated on the growled words hard and long . ‘I’m begging you to stop now. I’m not interested in having a relationship with you.’
    ‘Well hell, that’s sure kicked my ego into touch.’ The sexy smile took on an arrogant tilt. ‘FYI, Sabrina, I never use the R word, not even as a joke.’
    ‘Great. Then we clearly have nothing left to discuss,’ she said, struggling not to acknowledge the tiny spurt of disappointment.
    ‘We’ve got tons of stuff to discuss.’
    ‘Such as?’
    ‘Such as, what your safeword’s gonna be.’
    Whoa! What the fuck?
    His lips twitched at her reaction, so she tried to haul her jaw off the floor. But her eyebrows refused point-blank to return from her hairline.
    ‘You mean you’re…?’ She hesitated.
    Spit it out, for God’s sake, before he figures out how vanilla you actually are.
    ‘You’re into BDSM?’
    His lips tilted into the crooked smile she’d once found boyishly appealing. It didn’t look remotely boyish now.
    ‘I’m not a sadist. But I like to dominate.’ His lips quirked some more, making it clear he did not consider this a weird or even remotely kinky conversation. ‘And you’ve got a really exceptional ass that I’ve been itching to spank for a while now. Which means a safeword is gonna be kind of essential.’
    Her exceptional ass twitched.
    Bloody hell.
    He wanted to spank her. Like the actress in Libby and Jamie’s ski cabin. The image of which had been really hot—in her imagination. But only in her imagination. So where was that nuclear-powered tingling sensation in her bum coming from?
    ‘Why would I need a safeword? Aren’t women allowed to say no to you?’
    ‘Sure. But when things get hot…’ He paused, and she thought of how hot they’d already gotten. ‘A safeword’s better. Then we’re clear.’
    ‘Exactly what would you want to do?’ she asked, the flutter of anticipation under her breastbone getting harder and harder to ignore. ‘Because I’m pretty sure I’m not into pain.’
    Good lord, was she actually considering getting sweet-talked into having demeaning, kinky sex with Connor McCoy on the basis of one almost-orgasm?
    Well, okay, one really spectacular almost-orgasm. In fact, her best almost-orgasm ever.