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  1. Cover
  2. PRAISE FOR MEG TILLY AND HER NOVELS
  3. TITLES BY MEG TILLY
  4. Dedication
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He could smell the fresh scent of her and longed to lean into it, into her. “Seriously. These noble motivations you are affixing to my persona are incorrect. What you see as acts of kindness were nothing more than me being self-serving and driven by lust.”

“Lust? Oh my.” Her hands rose to his shoulders, a slight smile teasing the corners of her lips.

He edged back. “What are you doing?”

“I’ve been curious about the taste of your lips.” Her lashes lifted, revealing the scalding-hot heat in her eyes. “Any objections?” The tip of her tongue moistened her upper lip, causing what blood was left in his brain to rush downward like a flash flood. She laughed low in her throat, as if something she was seeing on his face delighted her. “You seem nervous. Come on. Let me have a little amuse-bouche of that terrible lust. Just one taste. That’s all. I promise.”

Nervous? She had him breaking out in a hormone-crazed sweat. She leaned closer. “No objections, then?” Her voice was a husky purr that promised untold delights.

“Wait,” he croaked, his cock so hard it was causing him pain.

Her gaze flickered down to his crotch, and she smiled, sultry, like Aphrodite incarnate. “Yes?”

“We can’t . . .” His lungs felt like they were going to burst. “You’re married.”

There was a flicker of uncertainty in her gaze, and then it was gone. Her chin rose a millimeter. “I’m not. You’ll see. But let’s say the information we turn up on this trip doesn’t go my way. The fact of the matter is Kevin and I have been living separately for four years. The actual filing of the paperwork is a mere formality. I am never going back.”

“Okay, makes sense, but there’s an additional”—he sucked in another gulp of air—“line I don’t cross. You’re my employee.” This was dead serious, but he had the sense she was laughing at him. “I have a rule,” he insisted as much for his benefit as for hers.

“And if I weren’t your employee?” Her forefinger rose and gently caressed the swell of his lower lip. “Would you let me kiss you then?”

“No question. One hundred percent.”