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He smiled warmly and
she responded, she hoped, with a flirty look of her own. She was completely out
of practice. Michelle was right again. Fortunately, Daniel didn’t notice.
    “So, my kind accomplice, you definitely earned your reward,”
he said. “What would you like?”
    “You make it sound very tempting.”
    “Good, that was my intention.”
    “And it’s my choice?”
    “Completely.”
    Lena couldn’t take her eyes off his mouth. He had great
lips, full and inviting. She sipped her drink and decided for once she was
going to ask for what she desired. “I want you to kiss me breathless.”
     
    Daniel lost the ability to speak when she voiced her
request. They were the words of his most vivid fantasies and for a second he
wondered if he imagined them. Once he was certain he heard her right, he didn’t
give her a chance to think. As he leaned forward to tell her where they could
go, she placed a hand on his chest as if to stop him. “You’re not going to kiss
me here, are you?”
    “No, this is an exhibit, not an exhibition. Come with me,
and I will do my best to give you exactly what you asked for.”
    Not caring that the event was for him and his art, he took
her by the hand and tried not to make eye contact with anyone as they moved
smoothly through the crowd. The sooner he could get her alone, the sooner he
could capture the lips he’d dreamed of tasting for years. He ushered her
through a door marked “Staff Only” and into the darkened foyer of a suite of
offices. “Just so I’m clear, would you mind saying that again?”
    In the glow of the light coming in through the door’s
frosted windows he could see her beautiful smile and the excitement in her
eyes. “Kiss me.”
    “With great pleasure.”
    Pressing her against the wall, he leaned forward and gently
covered her mouth with his. She was warm and receptive, which he was expecting
since it was her request, but when her hands came up his chest and moved behind
his head, deepening the embrace, he was fairly certain he was the one
breathless first. He cupped her face, caressing her cheeks and stroking her
neck with his pinky. When she moaned, he opened her mouth with his tongue.
    She tasted of the sweet drink she’d been sipping and a heat
more tempting than anything he imagined. He’d kissed enough women to know when
it was wrong—and when it was right. This was definitely right. Her mouth fit
against his perfectly, and he loved how she molded herself to him. Their
tongues flirted and explored, each learning the other while trying to show what
felt good. She gave a sigh when his fingers trailed down below her collar and
he longed to taste the skin there.
    One of her hands slid into his hair, sending shivers from
his scalp through his body while the other played with the opening of his
shirt. Her touch on his bare flesh created a fire that shot straight to his
groin, and he wasn’t certain how he found the strength to move his hands to her
back and not lift her dress to explore more of her.
    He moved his hands up and traced the curve of her neckline,
enjoying the shiver that passed through her and the goose bumps he could feel
on her skin. It wasn’t until her hand slipped inside his shirt that he noticed
she opened a button.
    “Minx,” he said.
    “Perhaps,” she replied and he felt her smile beneath his
lips. “I think I enjoy feeling you so close to me.”
    He pressed against her and she surprised him by slowly
lifting her leg, bending it at the knee and placing the sole of her shoe on the
wall. The feeling of being cradled between her was almost too much. He couldn’t
stop picturing the leather couch in the director’s office and Lena with her
legs wrapped around him.
    A shadow passed by the window followed by another, each time
plunging them into darkness and reminding him of their situation. “Lena, I’m
sure you can tell I want to continue kissing you, but with all the people on
the other side of the door we are going to get