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watched his ass for every step between her and the door. Because his hands were in the pockets of his jacket, the back of the jacket rode up the small of his back and she could watch every flex and bunch of the long thighs and the tight curves above.
    In her mind he was naked, the creamy flesh hers to do with as she wished.
    Appalled, she made herself walk away, back to her table. Back to work.

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    Rhys drove back to town like Hell’s Hounds were after him, ignoring the speed limits. The cruiser steered itself home, while he tried to figure out what was going on. He had been that close to bending Cora even farther over the table and…and…
    The images that floated to the front of his mind didn’t help his recovery. His body was tightly coiled, the tension all centered on his aching cock. Even his balls felt like solid lead masses and he eased the jeans out of his crotch, to give his throbbing testicles room.
    The images persisted. He could feel her skin under his hands. It would be soft. The scent she always wore would be stronger when his mouth hovered just above her breasts….
    He groaned and pounded the steering wheel, making his thoughts move away from Cora and her long legs and honey-blonde hair and her big brown eyes.
    Were her lips as soft as they looked?
    Rhys growled, gripping the steering wheel even harder. When he got home he really was going to take a cold shower. What the fuck was wrong with him? It was like he was in high school all over again.

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    Cora tried to pull her concentration back around to the job. She tried very hard and managed to last an hour, but Kruger hovered nearby almost the entire hour, wearing a heavy frown.
    By the time seven o’clock rolled around, Cora felt exhausted, something that never happened to her. She glanced at the glass doors and the night beyond. Had she really been waiting to see if Rhys would turn up again? Was she really that addled over a pair of thighs?
    Abruptly, she told Kruger she was booking off sick for the rest of the night. He didn’t seem surprised.
    She changed into her leathers and slung her backpack over her shoulders and carried her helmet out to her Harley. She sat on it and blew out her breath. The night air was cool. Soon it would be cold enough that for appearances’ sake, she would have to give up the bike for winter and start using the Jeep. But that was a few weeks away yet and the way this summer was lingering, it could be even longer.
    She looked around the parking lot. The thing, whatever he was, had gone. She would have been surprised if he had stayed.
    Cora stared down at the iridescent black paint work on the gas tank between her thighs as a sense memory of his lips against hers zinged back into her mind, making her heart beat and her lips to part as her breath sped up.
    Then she blinked. “Damn it all,” she whispered, then twisted her hair and shoved it down the back of her jacket, then pushed the helmet over her head. She started the bike up and headed out onto the causeway, where she opened up the throttle and let the roar of the wind and the air plucking at her jacket disperse the lingering memory.
    By the time she reached her complex, the battering of the wind had muffled her thoughts enough that it was safe to get off the bike and go inside. She tripped the remote and steered the bike into the garage, then parked next to the Jeep while the door closed behind her.
    She listened to the tick of the cooling engine and the silence from the rest of the house. Her townhouse shared common walls with neighbors on both sides, but they kept very normal hours and would possibly be in bed by now.
    Meta Greet, who lived on the right side, would most definitely be asleep. She was an early bird, up by five a.m. every morning regardless of the day of the week, to fit in her running training before she went to work. The Altmanns, on the other side, were elderly and rarely went out.
    “Y’all sleep well,” Cora murmured to