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They were alone.

Private.

They could reach for each other and strip fast and no one would interrupt.

“That’s the last dish,” he said, loading the dishwasher.

She’d never had a man stand next to her in the kitchen and clean up. Ever.

There were so many things about Dane that both pleased and surprised her.

She put her dishtowel on the edge of the sink and turned, her arms going around his neck. “I want you to kiss me.”

“Gladly,” he said, his mouth lowering to hers.

She didn’t waste any time opening her mouth and attacking him with a hunger she hoped she wasn’t the only one feeling.

When he let out a little moan like he did when she started her massages, she knew she had her answer on what the night was going to bring.

13

THE REAL THING

Dane’s body was on fire.

Heating up and ready to cool off any way he could.

“You’re testing me,” he said, lifting his head. He was grinning when he said it. “I’m not sure if you are doing it on purpose or not.”

“Totally on purpose,” she said. “I don’t want you to think I’m one of these women that does that. You know third date and all.”

He looked at her oddly. “Three dates?”

She laughed softly at him. “The old saying of putting out on the third date. For me, I’ve got an intimate knowledge of your body. I’ve never dated a client before. Now I know why. All I can think about is you under the sheet.”

Flames had to be shooting through his skin with that comment.

His dick stood up faster and wanted to unzip itself and fly right toward her.

He was positive she knew too when she moved closer and pushed against him slightly.

“It feels as if you’ve got me at a disadvantage again there.”

“I do,” she said. “But I want to even the score. I want you to have an intimate knowledge of my body. I’m sure you know the anatomy well.”

“We know I do,” he said. “Are you sure? I mean, it’s been a long time for me. I don’t want to embarrass myself.”

Self-relief wasn’t the same. He’d found he’d been doing it more than normal since he’d had that first massage.

The thought of her hands on him had been driving him crazy for weeks.

Then their first date. The second date.

Yeah, he needed the real thing but never anticipated it being this soon.

He didn’t even have a condom on him.

Shit!

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