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she had nothing better to do than try to figure it out.  She wanted to get under his skin the way he’d burrowed himself under hers.
    “ I think you’re af raid of women ,” she challenged.  “ That ’ s why you s ay, Don’t Get G ot!   How st up id is that? ”
    “ It makes sense when you’ve been through tough times . ”
    “ Bull.  You’re callous and hard-hearted .  I don’t think you’ve ever loved in your life.  If you did, you would never advo cate a man leaving the woman he loved.”
    “ You’re wrong.   Just because you love someone doesn’t mean they’re right for you. ”
    “You hide behind your radio show telling men to do all the things you wish you could do .  Y ou’ve probably n ever even been in their shoes ,” she accused.  “ You’re an imposter!”
    “Cool it, lady,” he warned.
    “What’ s wrong ?  You d on’t want anyone to find out your show is a platform of lies?”
    Devlin took a step toward her .  S igns of agitation line d his face .  “ I told you m y show is legit .” 
    Zhané persisted, not caring if she offended him.  He’d upset the balance of her life .  If Devlin Hart wanted to dish out the straight talk, he should be able to take it in return.  “I think you’re covering for your lack of knowledge .  I bet you don’t even know how to pleasure a woman in bed.  I bet –”
    Within seconds, Devlin c losed the distance between them and forced her against the elevator wall.  In a move that equally shocked and delighted her, he grabbed her by the shoulders and captured her lips in a heated kiss, the force of it nearly knockin g her off her feet. 

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    Devlin thrust his tongue deep into Zhané ’s mouth, probing the silky interior. Who knew this little hellion would taste so good?  Like strawberries and champagne.  He kissed her hard, sucking and biting her lips.  Through the thin material of her dress, he fondled her nipples, greedy to taste more of her.  The buds hardened beneath his hand s, but it wasn’t enough. He needed to be closer, to feel her flesh against his fingertips .  He tugged at the neckline of her dress.  A primitive grunt reverberated in his throat when he heard the delicate material rip , exposing her smooth expanse of cleavage .  It took all his willpower to drag his lips from her tempting mouth and trail kisses along the long column of her throat .  The skin leading from the hollow of her throat to the luscious rise of her breasts was so soft.  So sweet.  A pair of ripe peach es , ready to be plucked . 
    He dipped his head low and pulled one of her dark areolas into his mouth, feasting hungrily on her tender flesh.  He treated the o ther breast to a generous hand massage as he rolled the swollen nipple between his thumb and forefinger .  Zhané gasped with pleasure as she pushed her fingers into his hair, tightly clenching his dreadlocks.  “Oh God,” she moaned. 
    D e vlin pressed her up against the wall and grinded his pelvis against hers.  “ You want me to prove I’m a man ?   I s this what you wanted Zhané ? ”
    “Yes , ” she rasped.  Her hands slipped to his shoulders, her fingernails cu t t ing deep into the backs of his shoulder blades. 
    “Did Malik make you feel like this?” he demanded to know .
    “Never.”
    “Are you r panties wet now?”
    “Yes ! ”
    Devlin abruptly stopped in his tracks.  He hadn’t expected her to say that.  He’d only kissed her to stop her accusatory rambling.  He pulled back and stared into her hazel eyes.  Up close, he could see traces of smeared eye liner rimming her long, black lashes.  Otherwise, h er face was flawless.  Her skin was smooth and clear–and soft, judging from the way his fingers felt pressed into the silky s lopes of her shoulders.  He was no expert on cosmetics.  All he knew was what he liked on a woman, and it was safe to say, he liked this one.  He breathed in the scent of her light perfume, a citrusy smell that his