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body, she looked like sex personified.
    “That you were all mine,” he told her without skipping a beat.
    She stood up, drawing her wrap around her shoulders. The glow from a light above her caught the gold glints in a wisp of her hair. She didn’t look like sex. She looked like an angel.
    “I’m Gabe’s,” she said. “You know that.”
    He too got up and touched her shoulder, indicating she should walk ahead of him. “I’ll share,” he told the back of her head. “You know that.”
    Her footsteps faltered. “A Maddie sandwich,” she mumbled to herself
    That’s when he grinned. He guessed she hadn’t meant for him to hear, but he had. And he was very happy indeed. It appeared she had conjured up a different version of a Maddie sandwich. A version which turned him on no less than his original recipe.
    “Is it on the menu?” he asked. “Because I would like to order one. To go.”
    She almost tripped, but he caught her arm, steadying her, and led her out of the restaurant. Her skin felt like silk beneath his fingers and he did not let her go until she was seated in the rental car and he had no choice.
    The minute he switched on the engine Maddie spoke. “Connor—” She floundered, seemingly at a loss for words. “I…it’s… Look, it’s not…” Her voice dropped off and she shook her head. “How am I supposed to respond when you say something like that?”
    He glanced at her and lowered his voice. “Tell me you want a bite too.”
    The full moon and clear sky provided enough light in the dark of the night for Connor to see her color deepen. “I… I…”
    “Okay, I’ll make it easier for you.” Christ, that virginal blush played havoc with his hard-on. “Tell me you don’t want a taste.”
    She blanched. “ Connor. Dear God, how did we even get on to this subject?”
    When he noticed her nipples poking through her shirt, bathed in the moon’s soft rays, it was with a certain measure of satisfaction. This time Gabe was not the one who had induced the response. Connor’s desire hit him like a blow to the gut, hard and fierce. “You can’t do it, can you? You can’t deny you’d like to be the middle of a you, me and Gabe sandwich?”
    She stared out of her window, silent for a long time. “I can’t do this, Connor,” she said at last. “I can’t play these games. I’m with Gabe. You know that.”
    Such strong words. So why did she sound so unconvinced by them? He couldn’t help it, he had to touch her. Reaching out, he tucked a tendril of hair behind her ear. Beneath his hand she trembled.
    “What if…” Shite, he had to change gear, had to pull his hand away, “…this wasn’t a game. What if the two of us, Gabe and I, turned your sandwich into a reality?”
    Maddie let out a shuddery breath. Fog steamed up her window.
    Connor forced his attention onto the road in front of him. “What if I really did join your pajama party?”
    She whimpered out loud.
    Focus on driving. Don’t crash the car because you’re thinking with your dick. “You, me and Gabe, sweetheart. What do you say?”
    Maddie opened her mouth, but no words came out, just a strangled groan.
    Think outside the box, Maddie , he urged in silence. Open your mind to any possibilities, not just the obvious ones.
    Connor pulled up outside Gabe’s building. He turned to her, took her hand in his, and noticed with satisfaction that she did not draw away. “Here’s a new puzzle for you, Maddie. One only you can solve.” Her skin was warm and just a little damp. Nerves? “A man sits down to dinner. He meets a woman who makes his world shift slightly off its axis, who makes him hard as a rock and horny as hell. But the woman has a boyfriend—the man’s best friend. Tell me, Maddie, what happens next?”
    Maddie stared at him, her face wild. Her chest rose and fell in uneven ripples, like her choppy breath.
    “Ponder that one, sweetheart,” he said and swung open his door.
    Maddie sat where she was, looking