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things to me, Rhianna," he breathed into her ear.
    "Yeah, right." Rhianna laughed, thinking he was teasing. She half-turned in his embrace, stopped, her
    eyes going wide as she felt the steel-like pressure of Nolan's erection hard against her thigh. A spasm of
    longing jerked in her uterus and her gaze leaped to Nolan's face. Hot lust stared back at her and the
    spasm jerked once more. "Irish?"
    His nickname on her sigh was like a red-hot prod and he moved without conscious knowledge that he
    did. His mouth came down on hers in a pressure that was not his usual friendly, almost brotherly, kiss.
    His lips slanted across her mouth, claiming, not asking permission. His tongue darted between her lips to
    ignite an answering fire within.
    Rhianna dropped her coffee cup, oblivious to the splatter and the sound of shattering glass. Twining
    her arms around his broad shoulders, she clung to him, pressing her lower body to the jutting evidence of
    his passion. She whimpered as his tongue raped her mouth, going deeper, impaling her, branding her as
    his own. His hands dipped to her buttocks and molded her to him as he ground his erection against her.
    She felt something near physical agony as his mouth came away from hers, and with a groan of need, he
    lifted her onto the counter.
    "You drive me insane," he hissed, wedging between her thighs. "Why do you do that?"
    "Conor, my God! What's gotten into you?"
    Conor rocked his body against the core of her, spreading her legs wider as he dragged his hands from
    beneath her rump, then ran his fingers up her body to mold her breasts. He kneaded the soft mounds,
    cupped their weight, scraped his thumbs over erect, rock hard nipples before his mouth came down to
    heat the fabric of her pink cotton blouse.
    She gasped. "Conor! What the hell are you doing?"
    "Ah, excuse me, folks." Trip said from behind them.
    Nolan jerked away from Rhianna as though he were a marionette attached to a puppeteer's strings. He
    stumbled, bumped into a table, and stood trembling, his chest heaving with emotion. His body still
    betrayed him with an erection burning hot and throbbing between his legs. But the intense shame and
    humiliation in Rhianna's eyes, as she slid down from the counter and turned away, was like a bucket of
    cold water thrown in his face. The intense rigidity of his shaft left him, but the lust remained.
    "If you two wanna go at each other like a couple of wild animals," said Neville Triplett, "at least have
    the decency to go where no one can see it."
    Rhianna quivered and her breath came in ragged little shudders. She was too embarrassed to turn
    around and face her partner, still too aroused to meet Nolan's gaze.
    "Get yourself together, Marek," Trip warned. "I'll keep everyone out of here until you do." With a last
    resentful look toward the Irishmen, Neville Triplett slammed out of the break room.
    Nolan's shoulders slumped. He hung his head for a moment, closed his eyes to still his racing pulse,
    and opened them to find Rhianna standing by the counter with her face in her hands. He took a long,
    calming breath, then went to her. "Rhianna," he said, stunned at the depth of longing he heard in his own
    voice. He swallowed, put up a hand to touch her shoulder, but thought better of it. He wasn't so sure that
    touching her again would be wise, so he jammed his hands into the pockets of his jeans to take away the
    temptation. "I apologize, baby."
    "What happened?" He had never touched her like that before or ever kissed her like that before.
    Nolan shrugged. "I don't know." His gaze moved over her sleek black hair, wandered helplessly down
    the gentle slope of her back. "I really don't."
    Rhianna turned around, her eyes wet, and she heard him groan with guilt, but before he could drag his
    hands from his jeans to enfold her, she stepped back from him. "No," she begged. "I don't think you
    should."
    "Rhianna." His voice was the merest breath of sound as he stood there staring at her, wanting her