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skin was so soft and satiny. He swept her hair from the nape of her neck and pressed his lips to the exposed skin. A tremor ran through her body, and her movements weren’t as precise as before. He trailed minute kisses to the top of her tank, then circled her waist with his arms.
    “Would an apology help?”
    She stiffened.
    Maybe some remorse on his part would go a long way to rebuilding the bridge he’d let fall. They still had some amazing chemistry, but would it be enough to win her heart?
    “Mr. Murphy—”
    “We’ve gone beyond such formalities,” he whispered in her ear. He skimmed her rib cage, teasing the underside of her breasts before cupping them. He was pleased to find that she didn’t wear a bra while working. A quick flick of his thumbs proved she was already aroused. If he shoved a hand down her pants, would he find her wet as well? “We have attraction, Liz. What’s wrong with enjoying the chemistry we still share?”
    “We shouldn’t.” Even as she protested, she pushed her behind into him.
    He drifted one hand down her flat abdomen while he continued to tease her breast with his other hand. He pressed his throbbing erection to her buttocks as he plunged a hand down the waistband of her slacks. The elastic gave easily. Then his fingers found her heat.
    “Do you want me to stop?” He swept his lips along her jaw as he rubbed the crotch of her panties, not surprised to find them damp.
    She turned her head into his kiss. “No, but I need to know something.”
    He angled far enough from her to maintain eye contact. “Ask me anything.”
    “Did you sabotage the dinner?”
    He cupped her cheek. “I would never do that to you. My cousin and a friend of his decided it would be funny to put everybody to sleep. I wouldn’t steal your moment from you, Liz.”
    After a moment’s hesitation, she closed the distance between them. That was all the encouragement he needed. He consumed her mouth, feasting on the ripe nectar of her lips, imbibing her intoxicating flavor until she became his drug of choice. She widened her stance, and he pressed his advantage, pushing the crotch of her panties aside to stroke the silken heat of her pussy. He slipped a finger into her channel, and she sighed into his mouth.
    So tight and wet. Now he just wanted to watch her fall apart. She moved against his hand as he stroked in and out. He found her clit and circled the hard nub while teasing her with light strokes. She tensed.
    He lifted his head. “Am I hurting you?”
    She stared at him beneath heavy lids. “Feels very good.”
    He removed his hand and turned her in his arms. She had a body on her, and what was this? His gaze fastened on the bit of sparkle at her navel. She had a belly ring. A little sexy to go with all that sass. Keegan grasped her around the waist, lifted, and settled her on the counter away from the sink. At some point, he wanted to see her all wet, but for now he’d settle for a sturdy surface to seduce her luscious body.
    “Right here?” A thread of uncertainty entered her voice.
    He flashed a wicked grin. “I’ve always wanted to cook in the kitchen.”
    She shook her head, a blush stealing into her cheeks. “Someone could see.”
    “That’s part of the appeal.” He hooked his thumbs in the hem of her shirt and tugged upward, fluttering his lips over each creamy expanse of flesh exposed. He pulled her top free, dropped it on the floor, and did the same with her pants and underwear.
    Only when she was completely naked did he step back and marvel at the beauty before him. Her body was decadent and curvy but also firm and toned. A man could get lost exploring the secrets of her flesh, and he intended to do just that. He glanced around and spied a covered bowl. He peeked beneath the towel and smiled at the smooth, thick chocolate revealed.
    “What are you doing?”
    He brought the bowl back to the counter. “Improvising.”
    “That’s Belgian chocolate.”
    He dipped his finger in the