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deliciously down her neck. Lucy dug her fingers into his muscular shoulders as his hands found their way beneath the skirt of her sundress. Deft fingers teased her through the soaked fabric of her panties and Lucy heard bells. She’d always thought that hearing bells was a metaphor, but apparently she just hadn’t met Jake Cox, because the ringing in her head was very real. And loud as hell.
    He stilled, his mouth pressed against the pulse point at her throat and his hands teasing the gates of heaven. His muscles clenched and he groaned, sounding pained rather than pleased. “Lucy.”
    “Hmmm?” Lucy tried to shimmy her hips to get him back into action, but he wasn’t moving, and since he was the only thing holding her up, neither was she.
    “Shit, Lucy,” he groaned, bracketing her hips with his hands to keep her still as his forehead dropped to her shoulder. “We need to stop this.”
    “Mm-hmm,” Lucy moaned agreeably, grabbing his head and pulling his mouth back to hers for another kiss. She sent her tongue exploring, every ounce of willpower she possessed focused on making Jake forget whatever had made him stop. When he broke away, they were both breathing hard, the sound of their panting pierced by the shrill ringing of Lucy’s imaginary bells.
    Then she smelled the smoke. She knew that Jake was hot, but surely even he couldn’t set kitchens on fire with just his presence.
    “My muffins!”
    With a dismount worthy of an Olympic gymnast, Lucy launched herself across the room, pausing only to grab an oven mitt before throwing open the oven door. “Crapadelic. They’re burnt.”
    Jake was still standing with his arms braced against the refrigerator door. Lucy turned off the timer, whose persistent ringing had derailed them, and dropped the slightly crisp muffins onto the cooling rack. She ducked under his arm and slid between the mountain of warm, coiled muscle and the cool refrigerator door.
    Lucy placed her hands on his chest and slid them slowly downward. “Where were we?”
    Jake caught her hands before she could get to anything good, pulling them off his abs and holding her in front of him so the only point of contact was his hands manacling her wrists. “No, Luce.”
    His words landed like a slap. Lucy flinched. “No?”
    Jake groaned, closing his eyes. “I’m glad the buzzer went off,” he ground out. “God knows I needed something to stop me. Karma… I shouldn’t have… We shouldn’t have...” He shook his head abruptly, as if trying to clear it. Then suddenly he released her, quickly moving to the opposite side of the kitchen. “I’m sorry,” he bit out sharply. “It won’t happen again.”
    “It won’t?” Lucy knew the pathetic, desperate whining tone had crept back into her voice, but she couldn’t help it. She wanted it to happen again. She needed it to happen again. He couldn’t just get her all hot and bothered and then walk away without fulfilling even one little fantasy. Could he?
    Apparently he could. He turned and headed toward the living room, pausing in the doorway, but not even turning to face her as he said, “I think it’s best if we aren’t in the same room. Just come find me when Mellman shows up.”
    “Jake, come on ,” she called, but he was already gone. “Crap.”
    Lucy stood in the middle of her kitchen, glaring at a pan of overcooked muffins, the refrigerator she would never be able to open without having sexual frustration flashbacks, and the timer that had ruined her afternoon. A few minutes later, her agitation calmed enough that she was able to think again.
    Her first coherent thought was that she had just tried to mount her boss’s brother in the middle of her kitchen while he was sort of on the job. Her sexual frustration had officially reached pathetic levels. With her luck, he’d probably report back to Karma about the attack of the nympho medium.
    Lucy moaned. “Just kill me now.”

Chapter Five: The Accountant Nightlight
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