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“It’s the governor’s ball. I’m not walking in without panties.” She reaches into her purse, passing me some mints after popping a few in her mouth. “I think we both need these,” she says.

“Why’s that?”

“Declan,” she says, covering her face.

“Because you went down on me?”

“Don’t—”

“While I was going down on you?”

She slaps my ass. “You’re not helping,” she tells me.

I can’t help my grin or wink at the sight of her reddening cheeks. I find her lacy black thong beneath her wrap and pass it to her before rushing to pull the remainder of my clothes on. We only have a few minutes more before we reach the hotel and we’re still not fully clothed. It’s a serious situation, but both of us can’t stop smiling.

I’m adjusting my tie in the mirror as she wipes her smudged make-up away with a moist cloth from her purse. She fluffs her hair. “I don’t think I can fix this. Can you help me take the pins out?”

I’ll be the first to admit I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. Melissa will be the second. “Ouch!” she says when I pull the first one.

I give her a quick kiss. “Sorry, like this?”

“No, no?never mind,” she says. She throws her head back, laughing when I rip out another two hairs.

God, I’ve missed that smile.

She finishes pulling out the pins, combing through what remains of the curls with her fingers until they fall in a cascade around her shoulders. “Does this look all right?”

“When you say, ‘all right’, do you mean suggestive and wild, like we just had sex in the back of a limo?”

“Oh, God,” she says, adjusting the curls.

I hold out a hand. “If so, we nailed it.”

“Stop making me blush.”

Her last few words trail as I nuzzle her neck. “I can’t help myself,” I murmur. “You get me hot.”

“Baby,” she groans, pulling away.

She barely has time to apply her lipstick when the driver pulls along the curb. A crowd of photographers and reporters rush forward, lining up against the velvet ropes.

Melissa turns to me. “They’ve been expecting you,” she says.

The driver jogs around, scrambling to open the door. I step out amidst a light show of flashing cameras, reaching in to take Melissa’s hand. She gathers her wrap around her and together we glide onto the red carpet.

I’m ready to show the press who this woman is to me. But when I try to slide my arm around her waist, she slips away. “We’re on,” she says.

She winks as a separate crowd of reporters swarm her. I watch her leave, smiling when the first of the media reps barks out a question and certain I’ll never let her go.

CHAPTER 20

Melissa

It’s hard to play the role of the consummate professional following some of the hottest sex I’ve ever had. Good Lord, we were like horny teens on prom night. But that’s the effect this man has on me.

I wasn’t expecting what happened to happen. That didn’t mean I didn’t welcome it or want more. I’ve been a mess without Declan. And now here he is, mere feet from me, speaking with a few congressmen and the D.A.s from the neighboring counties.

He winks at me as I step up to the podium. I return his smile, but do my best not to let it linger. I have to focus and do my job, not flirt with the sexy D.A. I’ll spend all night with.

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