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abysmal. You should go simple, elegant. Your look is strong enough; you don’t need embellishment.”
    “I’m perfect as I am, you say?” he said, his tone flirtatious.
    Her eyes widened as she realized what she’d said, and she blushed, looking like a much-younger woman for a moment before she masked her expression.
    “That is a strictly professional opinion,” she said, keeping her face straight, but the laughter was still clear in her eyes. “I’ll have you know that my sage fashion advice has cemented relationships.”
    “Is that so?”
    “Yep.” She nodded. “One of my best friends swears I’m the reason she’s married.”
    “Well, for what it’s worth, one of my best friends said the same thing about the tie.”
    They both laughed, the last bit of tension in her frame fleeing. As their laughter trailed into silence, they stood facing each other, and he felt the continuing thawing in her, enjoying the spark between them, that burgeoning potential of something new. Then the moment shifted, and in a flash, the playful teasing deepened, and he was aware of the thrum of arousal beginning to stir in his groin and spike between them.
    She felt it, too. He could see it in the rapid pulse that beat in her neck, in the way that she opened her stance, seeming to lean into him unconsciously, in the way she moistened her lips, pink tongue darting out, tempting him to chase it.
    And he did.
    Without pausing for a second thought, he moved closer to her, the heat from her smaller, softer frame drawing him. This was as close as he’d been to her before, and he was struck by how small she seemed. She projected such a strong, ferocious presence that he’d never noticed how short she was, her head only reaching the middle of his chest. She also had a delicate frame, but she was stacked with thick curves, especially her hips and thighs and luscious backside, which was a rounded perfection that made his palms tingle with the desire to grip it, run his hands over the undoubtedly silky skin, watch the flesh bounce as he took her from behind.
    And there was something beyond desire. He felt…protective, wanted to hold her close and guard her, keep her away from all of the danger in the world. Starting with the creep that had brought her here. Something to consider, but for now, her tasty-looking lips, shiny with a thin layer of gloss, called.
    He leaned even closer, hovered his lips over hers, feeling a rush of pride when she released a frustrated breath and leaned up, not making contact but leaving no doubt of her desire for it. He closed the minuscule distance, sealed his lips to hers, exploring, tasting, and teasing, the places where her smooth jaw brushed his stubbled face, setting off amazing sparks of sensation.
    And she returned his ardor, wrapping her arms around his waist and pulling him to her until their bodies touched, her smallish breasts, with their prominent nipples stabbing at his chest, smashed against him, the gentle slope of her stomach resting against his erection. He responded in kind, pressing her closer still, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, and palming the full globes of her ass, the flesh a tantalizing mix of soft and firm that made him want to strip her pants off her so that he could see as he felt. But instead, he placed a thigh between hers, forcing her to straddle his leg and open to him, the warmth radiating from her pussy making him want to explore.
    Her hands roamed his back and chest, her breath, what she could find through the kiss, now harsh little pants. He needed to touch her, feel her skin beneath his hands, mold her—
    “Shay? You out here?”
    The voice was like a cannon and instantly, Demon was on the defensive, pulling Shayla closer and looking around for the source of the noise. The glance revealed her companion—Demon recognized him by sight but had been too distracted by the doctor to dig too deep into the guy’s background beyond learning his name, and that he had little