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gone to heaven.
    He dragged in a sharp breath. His knees shook and for a moment, he thought he might end up on his ass on the floor, so great was the sexual overload. Hunger rode him, deep and hard, and it took all his control to keep it in check.
    He wasn’t certain where this would end, but damned if he could walk away. Hell, he’d be lucky if he could walk at all. High-school teachers didn’t normally experience one-night stands after having a house blown up around them. No wonder his sister was on maternity leave if she saw this type of action.
    Conscious thought exploded when Missy eased her hand into his pants and he felt her warm fingers clasp his cock. Lightning flashed through him and he threw his head back. His entire universe focused on this one amazing woman, not to mention those hands.
    “Pardon for interrupting, but this is room service. Oh, I see you’re already being serviced. I’ll call back later.”
    Shoved rudely back into reality when the dry voice announced its presence, Eric broke away from Missy, both breathing heavily. They turned to stare at the woman interrupting.
    “Kyla. Uh, I’ll be right out.” Shit, his cousin had an impeccable sense of timing. He moved temptation—called Missy—away from him and strode toward the door. A time out would cool the fire between them. The last thing he needed was a workplace sexual harassment case brought against him by a sexy, nutcase writer. A nymph had been hit with one last year until a lot of money had made it go away.
    He smiled when he reached up to give Kyla a hug and imagined Missy doing the same. His cousin was taller than he was and he hit almost six feet.
     
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    The bastard had sidetracked her away from her questions by rubbing a beer bottle against her breast. How tacky. She was definitely repressed, should she get a bigger vibrator? Damn it. Men were fickle. Look at her ex and the way he’d run off with her friend. Missy stormed out of the room looking for someone to hit and ground to a halt at the sight of Eric hugging the women who’d interrupted them.
    “Put it away, Eric. You’ll take someone’s eye out with that thing.”
    Kyla’s gravelly tone hit her like a sledgehammer. Eric stood laughing with his large cock erect like a flagpole.
    “Occupational hazard of the job, I’m told. Why did you think Era’s on maternity leave? Anyway, I have a bigger problem than this.”
    “Really? From here you don’t look like you have any problem that could be bigger at all.”
    Missy stuck her finger in her mouth and mimed vomiting on the carpet. Please, who did these people think they were, Laurel and Hardy? Ha, I’ve seen bigger appendages on…on Mr. Happy than on Eric. Okay he was a vibrator and Eric real life, but still, size counted.
    “Thanks for the compliment, but we do have a problem. Missy’s house exploded, a bomb on her computer. They probably knew I’d be there.”
    What bomb? He was going to be there? What was she, chop suey?
    “You think this was a hit on you? What about the busty blonde over there?”
    “Hey, who you calling busty? I’m curvaceous. Get it right.” Missy sneered back at the mouthy witch in front of her. They both ignored her and kept on talking.
    “She’s a romance writer. Who would try and blow her up? No, I think it might be the faction of Demi-Gods protesting our interaction with the humans again.”
    “Excuse me, just a romance writer? Romance is one of the fastest growing genres in writing and the most lucrative. In fact—ch—”
    “Ah, sorry to interrupt you, Hemingway, but I have to have a chat with Eric here. Why don’t you find yourself a book and settle in for a read, honey?”
    Missy saw Eric backing away with a smile on his face. That’s it. She’d had enough from this she-man. Time for Missy Duncan slam-time.
    Missy scooted forward with her fingers outstretched. She couldn’t reach her face, but could do damage to those nonexistent breasts of hers. Kyla stepped up