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while, she tried to ignore the sense of satisfaction she got from driving them away when he’d asked her for the favor, or the pangs of jealousy that rolled through her when she’d heard him arranging to accept one of their invitations through his open office door. Funny, at the moment, she couldn’t remember the last time he had.
    Kurt must be able to see traces of her lacey bra through her demure white blouse by now. Peeking up from behind her lowered lids, she searched for any indication of his reaction. Would he think her promiscuous for her racy choice? Rebecca shivered harder and fumbled the uncooperative buttons on her top.
    “Here, let me help you.” He reached out and began threading the slippery discs through the holes with deft flicks. The heat of his fingers against her collarbone caused a wave of need. The backs of his hands trailed down her chest. Her shirt parted in their wake, revealing her pale skin. His fingers were long and thick, steady but gentle.
    Standing there, exposed and vulnerable, the potency of her reaction to Kurt paralyzed her. The rational segment of her brain struggled to recall the professional intent behind their encounter. He peeled her shirt off her shoulders and untucked it from her skirt before she recovered from his proximity. He couldn’t have known how many times she’d imagined a scene like this while peeking in at him from her desk across the threshold.
    She came to her senses in time to stop Kurt as he lingered at the waistband of her skirt, his thumbs brushing up her sides. Though he probably intended the gesture to be soothing, she had to move away when passion started to bubble inside her. She didn’t think she could stand his touch on her sensitized flesh any longer without making a fool of herself. Already, she feared he could sense her arousal.
    Rebecca averted her eyes to keep him from stealing the secrets she held there.
    “Don’t be ashamed, Becca.” Kurt needed to ease the doubts reflected in her eyes. It was odd for her to hesitate. In their work together, her natural confidence made her efficient and competent. “I think you’re beautiful. Don’t ever be afraid to show me how you feel. You’ll have nothing to hide from me when the study is complete.”
    Her chest expanded as she drew a deep breath, gathering her courage, and then rose to slide down the zipper of her skirt. With one hand, she guided the fabric down her legs while shielding herself from his view by turning away then wrapping her arm around her waist.
    Encircling her dainty wrist with his fingers, he tugged it free. He couldn’t keep himself from touching her, even so fleetingly, as he took in the matching lace-top garters, bra and flimsy silk panties covering her mound.
    The glistening damp spot on them betrayed her excitement. She hesitated, looking to him to begin the exam, her breasts rising and falling in rapid bursts beneath his hungry eyes.
    “As hot as you look like this, you’ll need to take off your underwear, too.” Kurt couldn’t believe how much she tempted him. He’d always been very controlled with his lovers, enjoying the thrill of the chase, teasing them and making them desire him until they couldn’t stand it anymore and begged him for release. Never before had he been this close to the edge himself, not after watching a beautiful woman undress.
    The tone of his voice, jagged with strain, forced him to admit his best fantasies didn’t live up to the reality of this moment.
    Now committed, Becca stripped off her bra and panties before settling on the chaise to roll the sexy garters down her sexier legs. Kurt watched as the motion separated her thighs. The swollen folds of her sex parted, moisture glistening in shimmering strands between her labia, and he yearned to taste her.
    “Good girl,” he murmured as he moved closer. He pressed her shoulders back, guiding her down on the cushions. He struggled to keep the encounter clinical in an attempt to ease her into