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“Lift up,” she said. “Shirt off. It’s no fun if you’re clothed.”

“You’re bossy too,” he said. “I think I like it.”

“We all have hidden talents,” she said.

Once his shirt was off, he lay back down and she got in position straddling his hips, her hands going to his shoulders and starting to rub and squeeze them.

“Speaking of those talents,” he said. “Want to tell me how you learned to do that? I’m sure you’ve got more up your sleeve.”

“I do,” she said. “And just so you know. If I was afraid of you and needed to get away, after I did that I’d run.”

“What if I grabbed your ankle?”

“Then I would have kicked you with the one you didn’t grab. Right in the face. If I had heels on, I’d go for your eye.”

His shoulders got tense. “Good girl. Someone taught you those things.”

“They did,” she said. “When I was in college I chose to take a self-defense course over gym credits. There was a lot of crime in the area. Not on campus, but there was a big push on campus for the women to take the course and so they offered that.”

“Good choice,” he said.

“It beat playing volleyball or some other thing I’d have to run around doing. Sports had never been much of my thing,” she said. “But just a reminder to you, that I’m not a complete idiot when it comes to my safety and I listen to reasonable advice.”

Her hands moved down his back to his spine and the heels of her hands pressed deeply.

He let out a moan. “Have you thought of a career as a massage therapist? You could be helping people that way too.”

“Never crossed my mind,” she said. “I reserve this for those who deserve my personal attention.”

“I’m honored,” he said. “But you did put me flat on my back.”

“And you’d like that to stay a secret between us?” she asked. She leaned forward and kissed his shoulder and then down his arm.

He didn’t seem to mind she wasn’t giving the massage right now.

Miles didn’t need to know this, but Zander had one hell of a body on him that turned her on just thinking about touching it.

She felt safe with him and it had nothing to do with him carrying or knowing how to fire a gun.

It had everything to do with his presence.

The air of confidence he let off and the ability to control a situation or read a room.

She thought she was good at those things and had proven it to him on a few of his cases.

Not just the ones earlier on where she went to dinner to help him stake out a situation.

But other ones he was working on. Like Sophia’s.

“There is a man’s ego to take into consideration,” he said.

Her hands were moving down his arms as her mouth was kissing his neck. “I’m good at taking people’s feelings into consideration.”

He rolled fast, before she even knew he was going to do it, and she found herself on her back.

Her arms were pinned above her head by his and he had a massive smirk on his face.

“Told you I could turn the tables.”

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