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liked me and my ideas.”
    They finished dinner as she told him about the internship she’d completed with the Tate Group and the job she hoped to get. He knew the CEO of the group that ran that particular hotel and several others in Las Vegas as well as New Orleans. He resolved to put in a good word on her behalf. He got the feeling there was more than she was saying about her reasons for working at The Dollhouse.
    After dinner, they cleaned the kitchen as a team and retired to her couch, which, thankfully, was cozy enough to keep her close.
    â€œI talked an awful lot about myself tonight. I want to know more about you and your family. Your brother. What you were like growing up. I know you grew up in Boston, but you also said you spent a lot of time here in Las Vegas. What was that like? You’ve told me some but I’d like to know more.”
    He took her wineglass and put it on the end table and turned her chin so that she faced him. “That’s for our next date. Right now, I need to kiss you. I’ve thought about little else since last night about five seconds after I kissed you last.”
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    Not for the first time, Dahlia wondered at his ability to render her speechless and giddy. It made her wary—she wasn’t sure she liked anyone having that much of an effect on her. At the same time, it felt wonderful to drop her guard and let someone get close. The intensity and depth of the feelings he inspired brought everything to do with him into vivid focus. She’d locked herself away for years after the experience at Warner Industries. Since then she’d just stayed focused on school.
    Her gaze locked with his for long moments as his thumb brushed along the space on her neck just below her ear.
    Leaning in, he took her lips.
    He started slowly, his mouth brushing lightly over hers, his lips warm and soft. The edge of his beard tickled her, but it wasn’t scratchy. A shiver went through her as she imagined how it would feel against the soft skin of her inner thighs.
    Without meaning to, a soft moan escaped her and he pulled her closer as his tongue slipped into her mouth. The kiss was sure without being overly aggressive. His taste marked her, filled her.
    â€œGod, more,” he gasped, bringing her astride him.
    Her skirt rose up to her thighs and pleasure arced up her spine as her pussy settled over the hard line of his cock. He rolled his hips, grinding himself into her as his tongue lazily stroked into her mouth.
    The cool silk of his hair tickled her hands as she held him. With a last tug of her bottom lip between his teeth, he moved to her chin and across her jawline to her ear. His palms slid down her back to her waist, holding her to him as he rolled himself into her.
    Heat began to build as his movements brought him over her clit through her panties. She was so damned turned on she wondered if she’d come just from that contact. That brief concern melted as he moved his mouth down her neck and her head fell back.
    Humming with aroused satisfaction, Nash moved his hands to her breasts, fingers playing softly around the nipples through her dress.
    Hands gripping his shoulders, she held on as he bent her farther, and the heat of his mouth found the upper swell of her breast.
    Then cool air hit her skin as he pulled the bodice back, exposing her to his hands and lips. All rational thought shut down when the tip of his tongue traced around her nipple and she gave in to the pleasure of the moment.
    * * *
    Triumph roared through him as Nash felt the last bit of her hesitation melt. She was fire in his arms. The heat of her pussy against his cock seared him, made him want her with desperate intensity.
    Her nipple hard against his lips and tongue indicated she wanted him as much as he wanted her. And what a beautiful nipple it was. Her body was amazing! He’d seen a lot of it while she danced, but the dusky color of her nipples, the shape and size of them, had been a