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know?”
    Increased arousal. He watched the words forming on
the notepad in front of him. How long had it been since he’d felt out of
control? How long since pure animal hunger threatened to take over—and he had
done nothing to stop it?
    “John?”
    He looked up at her, praying she couldn’t see the truth of
his attraction on his face.
    “Do you all have a name for this stuff yet?”
    He rubbed the smooth surface of the pencil’s eraser with his
thumb. “I think they’re still haggling over the one they’ll take to market.
Last I heard, they were calling it Impulse.”
    “Impulse.” She pressed those full lips together. “I like it.
Impulse.”
    “Think that’ll work?”
    “Maybe. I don’t know. There is something…liberating about
losing control. Giving in to biology.” She smiled. “But then I don’t mind
having the extra scoop of ice cream either.”
    He chuckled. “So you’re aroused.”
    She blinked and he savored that moment, enjoying the rare
sight of Grace in shock before he pointed at his notes with the pencil.
    “Oh!” she said. “With Tal . Yes.”
    “Everything he does makes it worse.”
    Slowly she shook her head. “Oh, no. Better.”
    “Stronger.”
    He watched her consider the choice of words. “Stronger,” she
agreed.
    He took note of her increased sensitivity, careful to use
the word they’d chosen together. “And then?”
    “He made me come—right there. We hadn’t even gotten undressed.
We were just inside the door.”
    John stared hard at his handwriting. “Did he penetrate you?”
    Silence stretched out after his question until he looked up
to find her grinning at him. “Oh my God,” she said, amusement in her voice.
“You’re blushing.”
    “I am not.” Blushing. He snorted. He did this every day.
He’d heard far worse than this. Hadn’t he?
    “You know,” she said, “it’s going to get pretty graphic
before I’m finished.”
    “Well, that’s why we’re here.” He turned back to his notes
and pushed his glasses up on his nose. “So get graphic.”
    The metal chair creaked softly and he glanced up to find
Grace sliding toward the edge of her seat. She rested her elbows on the table.
Her fragrance enticed him—warm, inviting, like one of those sinful desserts she
never refused. He looked into the liquid heat of her dark eyes and when she
spoke again, the sultry tone of her voice was unmistakable.
    “He pulled me closer,” she said, “so I was pressed to his
body. Tal’s built like a football player, all muscle and heat. He put his hand
between my legs. I was so wet, I almost came the second he touched me. And then
he put his fingers inside me—three of them, in and out, in and out—and I wanted
more, I needed more, and then I came. I came very hard.”
    “Very hard?” He could feel the rise of heat in his face now,
the blush he had just denied, but he didn’t care. Nothing mattered more than
what she was telling him.
    Nothing but his own growing desire for her.
    “Mm-hmm,” she said. “Very hard.”
    “On a scale of one to ten, ten being—”
    “The kind of thing people write songs about? Hmm. Six.” She
leaned back, pulling that warm, sensual scent with her. “Tal is usually good
for a five through an eight. But I don’t usually come like that for a hand job,
standing up.”
    Her somewhat clinical assessment of Tal as she moved away
made it easier for John to regain a shade of his composure. “Okay. And then
what?”
    “He took me upstairs. We made it as far as the bed for the
next one. He took off my panties and went down on me.”
    Well, what a perfect, unselfish little son of a bitch.
    “Listening to him eating me made me even hotter. I was so
wet I could hear him working me over, and just when I thought I was coming,
whenever I was close, he would come up for air or say something to get me
going.”
    John considered asking what sort of thing Tal would say, but
then he thought better of it. He didn’t need to know that. He