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His voice sent shivers up her spine. Her tongue refused to work. All she could do was stand there like an idiot. She took two steps backward to get some space, but he followed, turning so she was forced to back up against the Jeep. He put his hands on either side of her, effectively boxing her in. He was so close she could feel the heat from his body seep into hers.

“Vik…” Her voice died on a squeak. The same kind of squeak she’d laughed at the cashier for earlier. Sweet baby Jesus, this man and what he did to her.

He leaned in closer, his mouth right by her ear. The warmth of his breath teased her hair. “Sara.”

The way he said her name made her clench her thighs together.

“Look at me.” He pulled his head away from hers, and she glanced up at him. His eyes were pools of obsidian fire.

She swallowed thickly and tried to calm her rampant breathing.

“It’s getting harder and harder not to kiss you.”

She let out a surprised gasp. He wanted to kiss her?

“I keep telling myself you’re a client, and I don’t get involved with my clients.”

“But?” she whispered. There was definitely abutin there.

“But, youarea client, and I’m supposed to be protecting you, not seducing you.” He took several steps away from her. She almost reached out and tugged him back.

“Go on and get in the car. I’ll load the groceries.”

He turned away, and she did as he asked. Her body felt alive, the electricity vibrating through every pore. She took several deep breaths. He’d almost kissed her. Holy hell.

If she were honest with herself, shewantedhim to kiss her. For over a week, she’d been fantasizing about it. He invaded her dreams. It was driving her mad.

Fuck it. She might just kiss him.

Wrong or right, she wanted Viktor to kiss her. It became painfully obvious when he denied her a moment ago. “Fuckity,” as her PA would say. She should just get out of the car and go kiss him.

She lost her nerve two seconds after she reached for the door handle. Sara might write about brave heroines, but she was not one of her fictional characters. At one time in her life, she was those women, but after so long with Roger, her bravado was gone.

Maybe he’d give up trying to resist the urge. It was something to hope for. Well, she could help that along by wearing some of her nicer clothes that showed off her figure. Yes, she’d had a child, but she worked out at least three times a week to maintain a semblance of her old shape. Her hips might be a little wider, and she didn’t have a flat stomach anymore, but she looked damn good.

The sweatpants and raggedy tees she’d been wearing did not induce soul-searing kissing lust. Definitely busting out the lacy tanks and the short shorts. Her mom was going to die of embarrassment, but dammit, she wanted that kiss.

All her reasons for not kissing Viktor went out the window when he’d come so close to pressing his lips against hers. And that voice? Dear Jesus, his voice did it for her. His accent made her toes curl.

She felt like a teenager with no control over her hormones. She could hear her mother telling her she needed to stop acting like she was seventeen, but her inner goddess who’d been suppressed for so long told that voice to shut the hell up and stop being so stuffy. It was long past time to start having some fun. She’d suffered enough. It was time to be herself again.

One thing was for certain.

Come hell or high water, she was getting that damn kiss.

Viktor swore six ways to Sunday on the drive back to the farm. What the fuck was he thinking, telling her he was losing his battle not to kiss her? The look in her eyes, though…damn. That look wouldn’t leave him alone. It was as if shewantedhim to kiss her.

Even if she did, he had no right actually doing it.

But, fuck!

He felt her watching him the entire ride. They hadn’t spoken once, and he’d been grateful when they’d gotten home and he could busy himself unloading groceries and then flee outside.

Her mother was gone when they arrived, but her father tried to thank him for all the groceries. Kade brushed it aside. He and Gabe really did eat enough for six people.

Running from a woman. His brothers would never let him live it down if they knew. Wouldn’t matter why he was doing it, only that he was.

Once he was done with the groceries, he collected his laptop and walked outside to sit on the front porch swing. He needed to follow up on some emails, check in with clients, and make sure everything was running smoothly at KSI. Not that he didn’t trust Kade to handle everything, but he’d been doing it solo for so long, it was a hard habit to break.

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