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He reached for her hand. “Do you really want me to go?”

“Yes. I like spending time with you, Dylan. You’re funny, and you’re smart, and you haven’t blown me off yet, which is really weird, but wonderful.” The way she dropped her eyes told him exactly how hard that was for her to admit.

“I’ll make you a deal. I’ll come with you if you’ll help me with my kitchen on Sunday. My brothers usually help, but you’re much cuter than they are.”

“Sunday.” She bit her lower lip, her brow wrinkling with worry.

“Work?”

She nodded. “I have a few contracts I’ll have to go through.”

“Go over them at my place.”

“Will you wear a shirt?” Her cheeks pinked up, and he tugged her into another delicious kiss.

“I can’t see how that would be beneficial for me, but if you demand it, yes.” He kissed her again, loving the sweet sigh of pleasure it incited. “You really don’t mind working seven days a week?”

Her gaze turned serious for a second, but she shook her head. “Not usually. That’s what it takes to stay on top.”

“I do like it when you’re on top.” He kissed her again. “Or on bottom. Or on your knees with your gorgeous mouth wrapped around my cock.”

“Dylan,” she whispered. “I have to go to a conference and you’re making me all hot and bothered.”

“I’d say I’m sorry, but…” He cleared away their trash from dinner and moved the empty tray. Gathering her in his arms, he pushed his hand beneath her skirt, stroking his thumb over her sex. Thank Christ the dark glass separated them from the driver. “Dessert?”

Her eyes darkened, and he took her in a blazing kiss, sweeping his tongue around her velvety mouth, wanting to claim every inch of her and losing the struggle to keep from taking things too far, despite knowing they were minutes from arriving at their destination. He slipped his fingers beneath her panties and dipped them into her slick pussy. She moaned into their kiss, spreading her legs wider. Her hand dropped to the hard heat between his legs. He groaned, lifting his hips as she stroked him through his jeans. The sexy noises she made as she shifted beside him, guiding his fingers just where she wanted them, made him groan. And when he found the spot that made her lose control, she squeezed his cock so hard he nearly came. Her head tipped back as she rode the peak of her climax, giving him access to her luscious neck—which he devoured.

When he withdrew his fingers, sucking them clean, she looked drunk with desire. He pressed his other hand to her cheek, and a smile lifted her lips.

“I missed you,” he admitted.

“I missed you, too,” she said, surprising him. The shallow sound of her voice told him she had surprised herself, too. “This is crazy between us,” she said heatedly. “I’m like a nympho around you. You make me weak.”

“Nothing could ever make you weak.” His mouth covered hers hungrily, and they kissed like it was the last time they ever would, desperate and urgent, until the moment the driver pulled up to their destination.

“Thank you, Dylan,” she said breathily as she gathered her purse and smoothed the front of her blouse. “This was…” She smiled and leaned in for another quick kiss. “The sweetest thing anyone has done for me since some hot guy left presents at my doorstep.”

“Good luck at your conference,” he finally managed.

“Thanks. I hope Bethany’s doing well when you see her.”

“Me too. Hopefully when Mick returns he’ll get in touch with Anika Bouchert and I can connect them.”

“What do you need with Anika? My friend Shea is her public relations rep.”

“Really? She’s Bethany’s idol. I was hoping to connect them in some way. A phone call or something.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

“Seriously? That would be great, but no pressure. I know you have a lot on your plate.”

“Says the man whose apartment is torn apart, has a bar to run, and still finds time to bring me dinner and drive half an hour out of his way to spend time with me.” She lowered her voice to a whisper and added, “Not to mention the fabulous orgasm you gave me.”

He took her in another hard, passionate kiss, hating to let her go, but he knew she was stressing about getting to her conference. He reached for the door, intending to step out of the car and open her door for her.

“I can let myself out.” She’d slipped back into Wonder Woman mode.

“Why do you have such a hard time letting me do things for you?”

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