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Then he glanced back at her.

“I—” She broke off.

His eyes went back to the screen.

And then he grinned, laughter bubbling up, escaping, and joining with hers.

“A children’s party artist.”

She bit her lip.

“What does that even mean?”

Her mouth turned up. “It means…” She giggled. “Oh my God, it means that you need to learn how to tie balloon animals.” A beat. “And clowns. You need a clown suit.”

“I know how to tie balloon animals.”

Her foot jerked in his lap. “No, you don’t.”

“No, I don’t,” he admitted.

Then her foot was bouncing in time to his laughter, and his hand was between her legs and…

Fuck it.

He dropped her foot to the floor, pushed back his chair, and tugged her out of hers. She landed on his lap with an “Oof!”

“Teresa?”

“Yeah?” she whispered, her hands coming to his shoulders.

“Can we stop with the tests?”

Petting him. Gently.

Then firmly.

Hands drifting down to dip beneath his shirt then back up, dragging along his skin. “Yeah,” she whispered. “We can stop with the tests.”

“Thank fuck.”

He lurched to his feet, taking her with him, spinning and dropping her onto the counter.

“Wh—”

One jerk had her shirt over her head.

“Fuck,” he whispered, stilling, staring at her.

“What?”

“You are so fucking beautiful.”

Gold sparks in her hazel eyes. “Jeremy.”

“Shh now,” he said. “I’m trying to look at my woman.”

An arched brow…an arch smile. “Yourwoman?” she askedarchly.

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