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like they did at The Dollar Place.
    His eyes skimmed her body. She wore shorts and a simple T-shirt with gray hearts sprinkled around the neckline. He willed his blood not to rush to his dick. He could see the outline of her nipples through the flimsy material. Each time she wrestled with her luggage in an effort to push the underwear back in place, the nubs bobbed from side to side, mesmerizing him with each sway. Fuck. She was well-proportioned.
    His muscles shifted with arousal. His dick radiated heat. It would be a crime to not get a taste of her.
    She continued to wrestle with the luggage.
    The more she shoved her underwear to the bottom of the suitcase, the more pieces popped from the sides, forcing her to start the entire process all over again. Jeremy laughed. When a spark of red flashed amid the dark clothing, he couldn’t help himself. He plucked the piece out, discovering with pleasure that it was a thong. A silky red thong. One of those confections women wore when they wanted a good fuck. His cock grew rock hard, stunned that she wore sexy panties beneath her ugly black pants suits. He gave her a sidelong glance. His mystery woman was full of surprises.
    She lunged for the panties. “Give those back.”
    He held them above her head out of her reach. He knew he was behaving obnoxiously, but was unable to stop himself. “Plan on getting laid this week?”
    She stopped struggling and just looked at him. “What-what are you talking about?”
    “Sweetheart, these panties don’t cover up shit. You might as well go commando.”
    He expected her to reprimand him on his familiarity or playfully slug him in the arm. He did not expect her to lick her lips and stare at his crotch.
    Her voice came out in a breathy sigh. “Are you going commando?”
    His cock grew harder, the rigid flesh standing at full attention.
    Sensing his shift, she scooted away from him, toward the headboard, where she watched him warily. “Forget I said anything. Just forget it.”
    His jaws clenched. She wanted him to forget she’d asked him whether or not his dick was covered or bare? Not in this lifetime. Growling, he grabbed her ankle and pulled her toward him, making her squeal as she pulled a few sheets along with her. He laughed mischievously and thought he heard her mumble something about arrogant men but wasn’t sure. All of his attention was on her lips. He leaned over and coaxed her tongue into his mouth. He did it softly, gently, a small tug. Then pulled her closer, his nostrils filled with her heavenly lilac scent. He could feel her quiver beneath him just before she let go of her hesitation and kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck, moaning.
    He relished in the taste of her. Rich. Sweet. Addictive. A dangerous pheromone paralyzing his senses. His fingers twitched. His skin grew clammy with sweat. And his heart beat like a wild foreign drum.
    “Fuck, you make me so hard.”
    He pushed her onto the bed and settled between her legs. He couldn’t think straight. His hands roamed her body, her breasts, her hips, the curve of her belly and ass. He sucked a nipple through the thin T-shirt. Tugging on the hard pebble, relentlessly, thrilled at the friction. She was so rich. So sweet.
    She touched his arm, then sank her fingers in his hair. He smiled at her touches as he lapped at her nipples.
    “You taste so good, baby.”
    Shutting his eyes, he lost himself in the pleasure of it all.
    Good Lord, he wouldn’t be able to hold out if he didn’t take her now. And he knew she was ready for him.
    Don’t fall for this woman. She’s your employee. Don’t jerk her around like her former boss.
    Don’t.
    It took all of his willpower to untangle himself from her embrace. He sat up. Took a raggedy breath.
    “Jeremy?” Suddenly, she was sitting up and scooting next him, her dark skin still flushed with heat.
    He chuckled softly, unsure of what to say or do. His cock was so hard it hurt. Fuck! What was he thinking? Had he lost