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her abdomen.
    Heat pooled in her belly, and every nerve danced with an electric charge across the surface of her skin.
    Her lips parted, shallow breaths mingling between them. “You started it."
    Her hushed words seemed to absorb all other sound around them.
    Jason's eyes narrowed inches above her. “I was trying to cheer you up."
    Biting her bottom lip, she gazed up at him. All she wanted was to run her frosting-slicked fingers through the dark slash of straight hair falling across his brow, pull his face down to her and lick the buttercream off the strong lines of his jaw. She wanted him, but their relationship was based on little more than a mutual love of sparring. She didn't know any other way to be with him. “You still started it."
    The solid columns of muscle that pinned her at either side tightened in. His knee shifted, nudging between her thighs. Lowering his head, Jason had only one retort. “Fine ... Now, I'm finishing it."
    His mouth met hers in a slow, sinking press of hard against soft. A measured rub of tender skin caressed back and forth with increasing pressure until the tip of his tongue touched the corner of her mouth and traced across the seam of her lips in a devastating assault. Desire swirled through her, overcoming her mind as she wrestled with the possibilities and repercussions. The kiss, all coercion and confidence, demanded she open to him. It was an exercise in restraint Laine couldn't endure. Her lips parted on a soft gasp, and Jason's tongue delved into her mouth, thrusting deep and then retreating in a rhythmic promise that sent a shuddering need racing through her core.
    The hungry, wet velvet rub of his tongue against her own pushed her over the edge, swept away all thoughts of consequence and a primal, desperate need took control of her body. Their heads angled, deepening the kiss. Her hips pressed up against the ridge of his erect cock, her hands splayed wide across his chest, stroked over the muscles, the heel of her palm testing the unyielding resistance. He felt too good, so far beyond her wildest, most forbidden fantasy—
    Suddenly she tensed, breaking away from the kiss with a desperate, “please,” as she turned her head to the side and squeezed her eyes closed, her hands fisting against his shirt. What was she doing? This was a risk to her job, her career. This wasn't what she was supposed to be doing—and he was the last person she should be doing it with. Jason might be certain he could handle the aftermath of a fling like this with total professionalism, but Laine wasn't so sure she could guard against emotion. Dependency. Expectation.
    Her breath came faster with the encroaching anxiety, and Jason pressed a slow kiss against the side of her neck below her ear. “Don't think yourself out of this, Laine.” His words were ragged, husky. “Can't you feel what's between us?"
    She could feel it. It was huge and hard and she wanted it. And now, having had a taste, she wondered if she backed out, would she ever stop thinking about it?
    Catching her chin, he tilted her face toward his. Jason looked into her eyes, and then ran his hand down the line of her arm to her fist. Pulling it up to his mouth, he kissed her knuckles, lapping at the frosting between them with his tongue, until her balled hand flexed open, and his tongue flicked against the connective tissue between her fingers, sending waves of wet heat flooding between her legs.
    "Give in,” he rasped against her skin as he licked and kissed his way back up her inner arm to where the soft flesh of her breast swelled beneath the joint. Pushing down the fabric of her dress, he cupped the globe, squeezing gently as if to test her for ripeness. The warmth of his hands melted the frosting between them into a slippery gloss covering her skin.
    "Let me have you,” he breathed across her chest as his fingers slid from the wide base of her breast toward the nipple in one seamless caress that stopped just shy of the nipple. He