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area. Her gaze
    lowered on Lenox. She couldn’t help but notice the way his legs
    stressed the seams of his jeans. The roundness of his rear fit too
    perfectly in the seat of those same jeans. Her fingers curled into her
    palms and she tried to will away the delightful images of what he
    might look like beneath his simple attire. Moisture built between her
    thighs, and she licked her rapidly drying lips.
    Lenox flipped a switch. The lights in the ceiling spilled a soft
    glow over the dining area. He tossed the paper bag from his friend’s
    house onto the round table and turned to her.
    She didn’t have time to lift her gaze before she caught the
    prominent bulge nestled between his legs. Heat washed over her face.
    She shifted her attention to the house behind him. He snagged her
    chin between two fingers and lifted her face to his.
    The stormy gray color of his eyes darkened. A mixture of artificial
    light and waning sunlight reflected off his night vision lenses. A smile
    tugged slowly at the corners of his kissable mouth, a shallow dimple
    forming to the left. His gently slanted eyes crinkled at the corners,
    adding a delectable edge of mystery to his densely layered persona.
    His face, sun-kissed bronze, molded too perfectly over sharp
    contours, from high cheekbones to strong jaw.
    Lenox Carter was a coal artist’s dream model. Every slight
    movement cast the articulated cuts of his face in a different shadow.
    Aya tried to moisten her lips, but her tongue was sandpaper
    parched. She tried to look away, but couldn’t. Her attention was

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    fastened on Lenox. Thoughts of what the man might do to a woman in
    bed flitted through her mind.
    Lenox brushed his knuckles over her cheek. Trails of heat
    followed the path of his fingers. Her nerves hummed a seductive purr
    that resonated deep in her body. His gaze hovered on her lips before
    he turned back to the table. He smoothed over his dark waves, the
    ends barely brushing the top of his collar, and began unloading the
    contents of the bag.
    “You’re awfully quiet. I’m sure you’ve got some questions you
    want me to answer.” Lenox popped open one of the Styrofoam
    containers. The rich aroma of cured ham, pineapple, and spice struck
    her mercilessly. Her jaw tightened, and the dry-spell of her mouth
    flooded with hunger. Her stomach grumbled. Lenox glanced back at
    her, one brow arched over his eye. A hint of humor flashed in his grin.
    “Take a seat. You need to eat something before you wither away to
    nothing.”
    When he moved to the kitchen, she adjusted the aroused swells of
    her breasts against the uncomfortable restraints of her bra as
    inconspicuously as possible. A deep, rich chuckle filled her ears, her
    spirit, and left her pussy wet and aching.
    “You know, little one, I can hear your thoughts.” He rounded the
    granite-top island and returned to the table. Heat washed over her
    face, and she quickly fell into the seat. He handed her a fork and took
    up the seat next to her. “Many of those thoughts you may wish to
    keep private.”
    “Like what?” She played the card in hopes of calling his bluff.
    She speared a piece of ham and shoved it into her mouth. The juices
    from the cool meat trickled over her tongue and she moaned. She
    hadn’t eaten anything in almost twenty-four hours.
    “The ones that involve you and me, sans clothing, rolling around
    in a bed. You’re too tempting for me to discard those images easily.”
    Lenox rested a hand on her thigh, bordering indecent. She shifted in
    her seat, half wanting his hand to move closer to her throbbing center,

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    half wanting to shove him away.
    She knew nothing of this guy aside from him being a godforsaken
    beauty.
    Aya pinched his middle finger and tossed his hand away like she
    might a soiled rag. It earned her a mystifying smile.
    “Well, we’ll keep it on a thought-to-thought basis. No need for
    physical implications,” Aya said. As hard as she tried to