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you do,” he said in a mesmerizing voice. “The question remains if you do it in here. Where anyone outside could see in and watch you get yourself off. See if you like it fast. Or if you’re more of a slow, drawn-out sort of gal. Do you have a stash of toys hidden in the credenza?”
    Oh my god.
    She didn’t. But the idea that there could have been—and he was bold enough to ask about them—was somehow erotic. Equally erotic was his suggestion that the semicircle of glass windows would offer perfect viewing. A tiny bit of moisture tickled through her folds and she eased her thighs together. Now was neither the time nor the place to give further thought to her latent voyeuristic thoughts.
    “You should go.” Erin said.
    “Really? Just leave you now, so you can run to your room and get yourself off?”
    “I wasn’t surfing X-rated sites and I wasn’t sitting here, ready to play with myself. I was in a hurry to check email, hence the move straight from the laundry room where I disrobed for the sole purpose of presoaking my vomit-stained sweater—thanks to our goddaughter—and ended up half dressed.”
    There. A healthy dose of right-back-at-you logic should take care of her rapidly dissolving common sense.
    He pinned her with a steady gaze that seemed to indicate he could see straight through her pitiful ruse. The intense stare made her uncomfortable and inexplicably turned-on at the same time. It left little doubt as to why he was so successful at his career.
    “Do your nipples always turn rock hard when you’re checking your inbox? That’s gotta be hell on earth,” he said in a honeyed voice, ignoring her demand to stay where he was. He stalked slowly toward her.
    Erin clutched the tape player to her breasts, forearms effectively covering the twin points that were clearly outlined against the thin cotton of her bra. Embarrassed, she diverted her gaze to the center of his chest, watching him move closer and closer until he stopped an arm’s reach away. She closed her eyes and slowly shook her head.
    “Are you shaking your head no to your nipples getting hard? Because if you are, I’m going to have to be very ungentlemanly and call you a liar, Erin.”
    She heard the humor in his voice and wasn’t going to respond until his thumb brushed along her jawline and he cupped her chin in the palm of his hand. His touch was so unexpected, so shocking, that her eyes quickly opened.
    He slowly tilted her face upward and Erin didn’t know where to look. His mouth, his eyes, the lone dimple on his left cheek, the soft sweep of honey-colored hair against his forehead. All demanded her attention at once but in the end she settled on his deep green eyes.
    “This is all just too weird,” she whispered.
    “It doesn’t have to be.”
    His eyes twinkled as he leaned toward her, bending to brush his mouth softly against her parted lips. It was barely a touch but it was electrifying, and when she started to pull back, the fingers under her chin flexed just enough that she stayed right where she was and allowed him to press his mouth a little more firmly against hers. It was an assault, yet nothing brutal or sloppy. The straightforward, sweet caress was a hundred times more exciting than anything Erin had experienced.
    “I like the way you taste, Erin,” he whispered against her mouth. His tongue traced the seam of her throbbing lips and Erin barely contained a groan. He kissed the corner of her mouth and she couldn’t help licking the path his tongue had taken, picking up a hint of spearmint. His quick, systematic kisses touched her jaw, leaving a tingly path as he worked his way toward her ear.
    “I want to taste more,” he said softly before capturing her earlobe between his teeth and running his tongue around the tiny bit of flesh. He leaned forward and wrapped his strong hands around her upper arms, squeezing gently before sliding his lips away.
    “Do you like having your pussy stroked?” He pulled her out of