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you’ve
been putting distance between us lately. On purpose.” It was something I
inherently knew, just like I knew he felt the same things I did. That miracle
sixth sense of mine, yippee, and he was nodding confirming what I already knew,
studying his hands, the wedding band catching the light just so.
    “Sorry about that.”
    I nodded, shooting a quick glance at
the diamond gracing my hand before raising my eyes back to his. “I’m not all
talk like you think I am. I’m not about to make the first move here, not after
the conversation we had last fall. You made it clear you weren’t comfortable
with stepping over the line and I would never put you in that position.” The
playful flirting, the dirty references, the innuendo, all part of the game we
played, thrilling but safe and that’s the way he said he wanted it. “Soooo,
maybe you should be going.”
    He lingered, his grin infectious. “Maybe
I should.” Yet he didn’t move a muscle.
    “Besides, if anything IS to
happen, you have to be the instigator.”
    “Really?” His grin widened.
    I nodded, even as the wheels turned in
his head, his eyes making the slow scan of my body before returning to meet my
gaze. Slowly he put his notepad on my desk and leaned forward. Stopping a foot
or so short.
    “And if I did this?”
    I played the game, my heart pounding,
my hands slightly shaking from the electricity between us, the thrill of it
engulfing all sensibilities. I moved forward, stopping just shy of his lips and
smiled. “Then I’d probably do this.” Our eyes met for a fraction of a second
then in the same instant we closed the distance.
    He tasted like peppermint, and the
kiss, ah, god, the kiss was the kind that made my knees melt, made me feel
seventeen all over again, first love kind of kiss. Sweet and slow, hot,
controlled . . . mesmerizing. I didn’t dare move closer, the kiss lingering
even though he was just as wired as I was. My heart leapt in my chest,
throbbing with the need now burning my veins. I wanted much more than just the
kiss, but we pulled away, both of us taking a deep breath before settling back
in our chairs.
    I am so completely screwed! I leaned back in the chair pressing my
hand to my forehead. Instead of just satisfying my curiosity, that kiss set the
small fire in my abdomen to a blazing all consuming inferno. “Oh man.”
    His expression fell, but before he
could speak, I piped up. “No, I’m, I’m not upset. I’m just so, so screwed
because . . . because that was so much better than I imagined.” I stuttered through
trying to voice the flurry of thoughts in my head. A nervous laugh escaped. “You
weren’t kidding when you said you were a good kisser.”
    The smile was back. “Neither were
you.”
    I shrugged, shaking my head and
dropping my hand back to the armrest. The Billy Idol song Rebel Yell popped
into my head . . . I want more, more, more! “At least my curiosity’s
satisfied, but I’m not sure what good that’ll do me now.” I joked, trying to
lighten up the profound, overwhelming current between us.
    “Yeah, but mine wasn’t.”
    Ah yes, the conversation from last
fall flooded back, he was a breast man and wanted a feel. I nodded my consent,
might as well get another taste of his lips while he satisfied his curiosity. Sweet
again, and his hand tender, lightly caressing through my shirt, enough to fuel
my imagination and crave his hands on my naked flesh. Neither of us attempted
to move closer, knowing that if one or both breached the space between the
chairs, clothing would start to come off and an office cubicle was not the
place for that.
    When he pulled back, his smile was
reward enough.
    We stared, silent and I wondered what
thoughts were going through his mind. Me, I just wanted to jump the distance
and say screw the consequences while Jake just smiled in that holy-crap-sizzling
way he had.
    “Do you,” he started, swallowing and
beginning again. “Do you think this will change things?” Only