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trying to still the racing of her
heart. He was relentless. The worst part was, she knew that if any man on the
planet had a chance of capturing her body and soul, it was Wes. Regardless of
that, she couldn’t give him what he wanted.
    “Don’t mean to shatter your overweening confidence or
anything, but I’m not a one-man woman. I won’t be tied down.”
    The damn man grinned, and she realized the gauntlet she’d
just thrown down.
    “Oh, I’m going to tie you down, Jill, don’t you worry about
that. And then I’m going to fuck you until you forget there are other men on
the planet.”
    She fought to appear unconcerned, though her legs went weak
at the thought. “Whatever. Listen, those toilets aren’t going to fix
themselves, you know, and the clock on these wages of yours doesn’t start until
you do.”
    She needed to get the hell out of this kitchen. The
temperature had been rising steadily since Wes had shown up, and it was all she
could do not to fan herself. She turned and walked toward her office. She
needed to get away from him. Find a way out of the mess she’d landed herself
in. She’d been smart to avoid him for so long.
    She tried to shut the door, but a hand pushed against it.
She turned and slowly backed toward her desk as he followed her in. The look in
his eyes told her any attempt at escape would be futile. He continued to follow
her step for step until the hard surface of the desk hit the back of her legs.
    “What are you doing?”
    “Getting an advance on my pay.” Wes leaned toward her and
didn’t stop until his lips were a mere breath from hers.
    Jill wanted to shove him back, tell him to get the hell away
from her, but she’d dreamed of his lips since Christmas. Yesterday’s kisses had
only whetted her appetite for more. Just one more taste , she thought.
One taste.
    “Just one taste,” he murmured against her mouth, and she
realized she’d uttered her thoughts aloud. Slowly, seductively, he dragged his
lips against hers, teasing her by withholding the true kiss she desired.
    Her libido was in overdrive and crushing out all other
emotions with its desire to pull Wes toward her and eat him alive. His bulging
pecs were well defined through his tight T-shirt and, though she refused to
glance down, his denim-clad erection pressed against her stomach.
    “Kiss me or get out,” she demanded when he continued his
torturous teasing, his warm breath and soft lips barely brushing hers. She
resisted the urge to move forward and capture his lips. Struggled against the
desire to take what she wanted.
    “You’re going to fall in love with me,” he said, and she
tried to deny the truth of his words.
    “Nope. Not interested.”
    Wes turned his face slightly and his grin tickled her skin.
His next words brushed against her cheek. “You want me, Jill Harper.”
    “Shut up.” Her words and her body were at war as she reached
up to grip his hair tightly in her fists. “Shut up and kiss me.”
    His hot breath caressed her overheated skin as she pulled
his lips to hers. She’d wanted his kisses for so long, and now that his lips
were on hers once again, she wondered why she’d resisted. He allowed her to
control the kiss for several minutes, but soon his alpha instincts reappeared
and—as she’d experienced at the holiday—he took possession of her body. His
tongue didn’t merely explore her mouth, it laid a relentless siege, capturing
everything it touched and burning a path wider than Sherman’s March to the Sea.
    When she feared she’d suffocate, she broke away with a cry, but
he refused to be pushed away. He grasped her head firmly in his hands and
pressed his forehead against hers. “Why are you fighting this? You must see how
good we are together.”
    She wanted to shove him away, call him an arrogant, cocky
man and laugh in his face, but her body was screaming for more. Her hands
tangled in his shirt, stretching the soft cotton, and it took all her remaining
strength not to rip