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to cup her tingling slit— right there under the table in front of everyone —he reversed his path. She nearly groaned in frustration. She shot him a frown and he grinned like a monkey.
    Bastard.
    And then it occurred to her. What was good for the goose…
    He wanted to play tease the pussy? Oh, she could play.
    She shifted in her seat and hooked his ankle with hers. Slowly, she drew it closer, spreading his legs. He stiffened when she surreptitiously dropped her hand into her lap, then swallowed a gulp as she walked her fingers onto his thigh.
    It was an odd angle and hardly comfortable, but Kristi didn’t care. She leaned back in her chair so she could reach—
    Holy Hannah. He was hard.
    Again.
    Already!
    She froze when she encountered that stiff pike. Then moved into action again. Forcing her features into an intent expression, making a determined effort to laugh when everyone else laughed, nod when they nodded, she traced his length with a feather-light touch. He shivered. She glanced at him. His jaw was set, muscles bunched, as though his teeth were clenched. He turned his head and their gazes clashed. The intensity rolling off him made her belly flip.
    He leaned closer and whispered, “You’re gonna pay for this, Ms. Cross.”  
    She bit the inside of her cheek and whispered back, with a devious squeeze, “I hope so, Mr. Jackson.”
    Something flared in his eyes. Something primal and raw. She had the sense he was on the verge of wrenching her against him and taking her mouth in a savage kiss—despite their audience.
    And she wouldn’t have cared. Because whatever beast lurked in him, prowled within her as well. She needed him, in that moment, the way she needed air.
    “So, Kristi…”
    Her name sounded like a claxon across the table; it occurred to her that Holt hadn’t needed to speak quite so sharply.
    Of its own accord, her head swiveled toward him and her questing hand dropped away. Cam took it though, and held it against his thigh. She focused on Holt’s expression. Had that been displeasure on his face, just before he’d settled back into his slick, urbane, blasé persona?  
    “Um, yes, Holt?”
    “I was just wondering where Rolf is.”
    Rolf ? It took a moment for her to remember who Rolf even was. “Ah.” She looked down at the table. “We, um, kind of broke up today.” The chorus of exclamations rounding the table surprised her. She didn’t even bother to sort them out. “It’s been a helluva day.” In oh so many ways.
    Cassie tipped her head to the side. “Sweetie. What happened?”
    “Savannah.”
    “No shit,” Drew muttered.
    “Umm hmm. In the stock room. Lucy and I went back to check on a shipment of Arabica and there they were.”
    “Son of a bitch,” Lane muttered, though he had no room to talk. Lucy had walked in on him doing exactly the same thing. Not with Savannah, but it hardly mattered. No one mentioned it. But surely they were all thinking it.
    Holt leaned forward, bracing his arms on the table. “So…temporary or permanent?”
    “Permanent.” Definitely permanent. Wangdoodles in strange va-jay-jays were kind of a deal breaker for her.
    “Good.” Something in Holt’s tight tone snagged her attention. Or maybe it was the way he narrowed in on her, as though he was pinning her, fixing her in his sights. As though he was a hunter and she a hapless deer.
    Cam noticed his friend’s heightened attention as well, and stiffened. Well, bristled, really. Kristi gave his leg a little squeeze. Holt was one hot piece of man flesh, but they all knew of his…proclivities. As attractive as he was, Kristi had never been tempted to so much as encourage him. His appetites were far too dark for her liking.
    “Now maybe you can date a real man.” This Holt said with a steamy glance. There was no doubt which man he had in mind.
    A vision of herself strapped to a St. Andrew’s cross being lashed mercilessly as she called him “Master” and “Sir” flickered through her mind