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match—advance, attack, parry.
    “You don’t date much, do you?”
    “Is that what this is? A date?”
    “It loosely resembles a date, yes.” His chuckle warms the car.
    “Then no, I guess I don’t date much.”
    “Consider this your first lesson.” Greenpeace reaches overhead and presses a button next to the dome light. “Henry, can you check if we can get into Tahlia’s?”
    “Yes sir. For two?”
    The driver’s voice fills the backseat, reminding Janice where they are.
    “Yes, thank you.” He drops his hand from the intercom to Janice’s leg.
    She shifts closer, unabashedly taking in his features. Green eyes meet hers.
    “You are breathtaking.” His voice is a sigh.
    Compliments are commonplace for Janice—her evenings are filled with men and women asking if she’ll break her rule and take a client herself—but the way he delivers it, with such reverence, reaches in and seduces her. A rare warmth spreads across her cheeks; she doesn’t often blush.
    He moves his hand to her waist and pulls her flush against him.
    She drops her gaze from his eyes to his lips, and the seed of desire he planted last week flares to life in her core. For a moment her mind recedes and all she can feel is want—to have his lips on her neck, her breasts. The rare fuck offered relief, but this man offers something more, something with depth.
    He dips slowly and closes the space between them, pressing his lips against her flesh in a gentle, chaste kiss.
    She flexes her fingers, fighting the instinct to envelope him in her arms. She presses the palm of her right hand against the ceiling, holding back a moan as he leaves a trail of innocent kisses along her neck, driving her to insanity.
    He reaches his hand up, grasps her breast, and massages it firmly. His kiss becomes impassioned and open mouthed, leading down the line of her collarbone and across her chest to the line of her dress. He grazes her cleavage with his teeth.
    Her body reacts, arching up into his touch. She moans and drops her hand into his hair, running her nails along his scalp while pulling him against her.
    He wraps his hands around her, pulling her chest against his.
    Her crimson lips, tingling with the promise of his kiss, separate in anticipation.
    He nibbles on her neck, eliciting tiny sighs. As her nails dig into the meat of his shoulders, scraping against the fabric of his suit jacket, he abandons the gentle caress and nips at her ear.
    His teeth scrape against her skin and she loses all control. She pulls away, pushes him back against the leather seat, and pins him with her body. His chuckle infuriates her and ignites the passion she’s held at bay for years. Lust-driven instinct compels her as she finally brings her lips to his.
    Their mouths move in unison, testing the other. The scruff of his beard scratches against her chin, tickling her flesh and engaging her other senses. She is surrounded by him—the scent of cardamom, the sound of his moans, the taste of his lips. Her eyes list at half mast, but she can see his smiling eyes even in her dreams. She pulls his lower lip into her mouth, nibbling gently.
    He grips her tighter with his large hands, pulling her up to his lap where he grinds up against her.
    “I knew you’d taste good,” she whispers between nips.
    “And I knew you’d been thinking about me.”
    She feels his smile against her mouth, and laughs despite herself before changing the pace of their embrace. She moves her hands to explore his chest, pushing his jacket out of her way and scratching her long fingernails along the open collar of his shirt. She pulls away from his lips to dip down and lick the tan skin of his neck.
    He grunts and pushes up against her again, holding her in place with his hands. His erection pushes against her hip.
    She shivers. Vibrations of want and need wrack through her, unsettling her sense of time and place.
    With agile strength, he lifts her off his lap and settles her back down on the seat, her head