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“Good.” I smile. “That settles it.”

“Settles what?”

“You’re going to be my friend with benefits. There’s no reason we couldn’t have a business arrangement.”

Amusement flashes across his face as he listens. His pointer finger is still up the side of his face as he leans on his hand. “No.”

“Yes.”

“No, Juliet. I’m not negotiating a body fluid business deal with you.”

Time to play hardball.

I lean in close and put my mouth to his ear. “Are you trying to tell me that you wouldn’t like me on my knees sucking your cock,” I whisper.

His eyes darken. “Not one bit.”

Liar.

“I like to swallow, you know.”

He holds my gaze, and something tells me I’m playing with fire.

“I know you do,” he murmurs.

Every cell in my body is screaming for me to stop, telling me how irresponsible and stupid this is. He wants sex with no strings attached. He’s telling me this straight to my face.

Yet I know that deep down on some level he likes me, even if it’s just a little bit, even if it’s only for one night. I can’t let it go without seeing what there is between us. I know I can handle this.

“I like the way you make me feel, Henley.”

His eyes drop to my lips.

Fuck, sleeping with him is either going to be a major regret or a major achievement.

Either way, a definite heartbreak.

I slide my hand up his muscular quad.

“You could jump over the fence in the middle of the night and have your wicked way with my body and nobody would ever know.”

Fire lights in his eyes, and I know he’s imagining it. “It’s not happening,” he whispers distractedly.

I try to think on my feet. Offer something that I know he wants.

I lean in close again and run my teeth over his earlobe. “Do you want me to beg?”

The door busts open as we kiss, tongues exploring each other, hands in the hair, and off-the-hook chemistry erupting between us.

Shoes are kicked off, his jacket goes flying, and Henley’s lips are locked on mine as he walks me backward toward the bed. We didn’t even make it to his work thing, and I think I may have found his one weakness.

Dirty talk.

A few depraved things whispered in Henley James’s ear, and his dick was so hard that it nearly ripped through his suit pants.

“Get it off,” he murmurs against my lips as he fumbles with the ties on my dress.

I undo the buttons on his shirt and tear his shirt over his shoulders.

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