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to get you drunk or anything.”
    She did her best to ignore the implied challenge in his statement and the fact he looked very gorgeous in a definitely Incredible Quinn sort of way. “No, fair enough. I suppose I set myself up for that one.”
    “And now you regret it?”
    Yes. It was what she should say. Unequivocal and firm. Jana hesitated a moment though, before she murmured, “I’m ashamed of my behavior. I had sex with a much younger man I don’t know that well—unprotected sex, no less—and though it is a biological fact we as human beings are programmed to be attracted to each other and intercourse is an entirely natural result of that genetic code, it was still imprudent and reckless.”
    “How clinical, Doctor.” His dark eyes were a little mocking.
    That sarcastic comment made her defensive. “I see you at some time or the other almost every day. Now I will feel very awkward.”
    “I don’t know why you should. The sex was great.”
    “Yes, it was, but that isn’t the point.”
    To her chagrin, he simply looked unperturbed. “You are perfectly safe, Professor, by the way, because—believe it or not—I am normally very careful and you can rest easy that I don’t have any STD’s. I even was tested recently since the university offers it free and I figured what the hell, why worry. Concerns like that run both ways, but not in our case. Last night, Jana, I didn’t suggest or use a condom because I was confident you are just as healthy as I am.”
    That was a bit of a relief, and she hoped she didn’t show it too much. “It was stupid of both of us, just the same.”
    “With you, I wanted to feel everything as much as possible.”
    He said it softly and slowly.

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    That foolish romantic sentiment was so disarming she had no idea what to say. She was a scientist, a pragmatic realist who did not indulge in reckless sexual adventures.
    Five times? Really ?
    Speechless, she stared at him. He asked again, “More coffee?”
    Jana simply nodded and handed over her cup.

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    On a late Saturday morning the faculty lot was nearly deserted, the only other vehicle a light blue pickup truck that probably belonged to one of the custodial crew because there was a man sitting in it, reading the newspaper. Jana looked openly relieved no one would see him bring her back to her car, and Jake felt his confidence slip another notch.
    Maybe he’d succeeded in his quest to get something started, and maybe he’d failed. Oh yes, the lady had liked what happened, of that there wasn’t a question. She had certainly had multiple orgasms, made the right—very sexy—noises, and no woman could properly fake the way her pussy tightened during real climax.
    However, if all he’d wanted was a quick lay, he could have that any time. From her he wanted more.
    Jake pulled into the university parking lot and stopped his car in the spot next to her gleaming expensive sedan. This wasn’t some underclassman with wide eyes and the usual sexual eagerness sitting next to him in the passenger seat. This was a mature woman who normally guarded her private life and he was completely out of his league in some major ways.
    “I had a good time,” he told her, and immediately flushed in embarrassment at his choice of phrase.
    Smooth, Quinn, very smooth .
    Jana’s dark brows lifted in an ironic arch. “What should I say now? You’re welcome?”

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    Jake turned and looked at her, his arm braced over the back of her seat. “Why would you say that? Was last night some kind of gift?”
    “No.” She had the grace to look away and her cheeks suffused with color. “I’m sorry, that wasn’t really what I meant to imply. I am obviously not good at this. Maybe it’s why it has never happened before.”
    “Or maybe you hadn’t met the right guy?”
    “Don’t complicate things. I’m a little hung over. I can’t answer that question.” She started to get out of the car.
    “Wait.” Jake’s hand