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her sucking his dick and winding that same tongue around it. It had taken every bit of his slowly eroding self-control to keep from yanking her into his arms in the parking lot and seeing how far down her throat he could thrust his tongue.
    Yeah, that would have gone over really well.
    Damn!
    He’d asked her out several times before, whenever they were in a group together, but she’d shut him down every time. Always politely, never with any hostility, but he just couldn’t get past the first pitch with her.
    As he sat there a foghorn blared from his cell, signaling an incoming tweet from Avery. When he’d discovered her “tweet me” syndrome he’d set up a special Twitter account just for her tweets and given this account its own special sound. He unlocked his phone to read her message.
    “@eventplanner B sr to meet me at winery at 5 pm”
    Of course, he’d meet her at the winery. She had no idea how much he was looking forward to it, or to the big plans he’d made. Plans he hoped would be successful. He’d made sure his admin cleared his schedule so he could leave the office on time. No late arrivals for this event, please.
    Montrose Winery was located about ten miles beyond the city limits, producing wine that had an international reputation for excellence. He could see why Will and Janice would choose it for their wedding. The property was located up in the hills, in a stunning setting. Fieldstone buildings housed the offices, the tasting room, and an elegant restaurant that opened to a patio. Tanner knew the owners and had brought clients here occasionally when he wanted to make an exceptional impression.
    Now, mindful of his highly erotic dream and the lingering aftermath, he decided he really had nothing to lose if he kicked up his low key campaign to show Avery he wasn’t the high flying playboy she thought he was but a genuine person. At least, he hoped he was. And that they had some serious chemistry between them. He scrolled through his cell for the number of the winery. He needed to check on his own preparations for the evening.
    But first, he needed a very, very cold shower. He hoped it would cool his cock down enough to stay hidden behind his fly as soon as he saw Avery.
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    “Just ask the Johnsons to give you three dates they are considering,” Avery told Noelle. “Check our books to see if we’re available, then tweet me the info.”
    Noelle laughed. “I’m surprised you didn’t tell me to hang up and just tweet this to you.”
    “Please,” Avery protested. “I’m efficient, not stupid. This would take more than 145 characters. So take care of the Johnsons and then send me the date.”
    She disconnected, then pulled up her twitter feed, which had been sending her chimes as she drove up the winding approach to the winery. Her clients now seemed to embrace her “tweet me” philosophy, although it often meant she got ten times as many tweets as she would have with texts. Still, it allowed her to read far more messages and answer with an economy of words. She thought it amazing how much you could actually say in one hundred and forty five characters once you learned the Twitter shorthand.
    She answered the most important ones, flagged others for later then shoved her cell in the pocket of her slacks and climbed out of her SUV. She was a few minutes early, but it gave her time to collect her thoughts. Maybe collecting wasn’t the right word where Tanner Voss was concerned. Submerging, maybe.
    God, why had she gotten herself into this? The man intruded on her thoughts nearly every hour of the day, not to mention into her dreams at night. How was it possible she was having more sex while she was asleep than she ever had while she was awake? And why did it have to be with a man who was such a big risk in the heart department? Somehow, she’d make it through the next couple of weeks. Then maybe she’d take a week off and go someplace to take the Tanner Voss cure.
    And speak of the devil,