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"Not really." He had come up behind him and, unable to resist, wrapped his arms around her tiny waist. "Not enough time."
"You are missing out."
"Hmm." Turning her to face him, he cupped her cheeks, eyes sizzling. "I want to feel you."
"Who is stopping you?" She asked him huskily, hands sliding up his chest and loving the way his muscles contracted and quivered. She had spent most of the day agonizing over how hopeless her situation was, but standing here with him like this, she did not care.
"You smell nice." Bending his head, he nibbled at her neck.
"So do you." Her hands drifted down to lift his shirt so she could reach his skin, his stomach's tautness, and his chest's rippling muscles. "Deacon-"
"Yes?" He rasped.
"I adore you."
He jerked at that, head lifting to look at her. "Don't."
"Too late." Her eyes were golden-brown with desire. "My love. I don't care what-"
"We should eat."
She laughed shakily. "I will allow you to get away for now. But - to be continued." Going on her toes, she kissed him on the mouth before moving past him to the table. "This looks good."
It took a while for him to gather his control and join her.
"It's golden pasta with a special sauce." He told her gruffly. He was itching to get her naked.
"Sounds wonderful."
They spent the next few minutes eating primarily in silence except when she would bring up matters of work and explain the process of weeding out the manuscripts that were unfit for publication.
He listened to her without commenting, secretly loving how she would spin a story into an amusing tale. She was natural, with no form of coyness, and her laugh was infectious, tugging a reluctant smile from him.
"You are not serious." He was so caught up in the story that he was unaware that he was leaning forward on the table, a look of avid interest on his face.
"As a heart attack." She smiled at him, eyes dancing merrily. "It was pure porn involving the author and his two female cousins. He called it: 'Devon's erotica.'"
"You read it?"
"What do you think?" Picking up her wineglass, she took a sip of the Cabernet. "I had to try and find something redeemable before I made my decision."
"And?"
She bit back a smile at the look on his face. "It was ah-" She shook her head. "Suffice it to say I was more than hot under the collar halfway through."
"That good?"
"That graphic. He described the female genitalia in great detail; I had no idea I had some of those parts, which in itself was an education. The writing was very poor, not to mention the grammar."
"Based on that, you decided to put it into the rejection pile?"
She lifted her brows at the term. "And the fact that we do not publish smut, and that was what it was. Suffice it to say that Devon was crushed and told us that he would get it published elsewhere, and we were missing out."
"Care to describe some of the sex scenes?" He asked casually as he picked up his glass.
She burst out laughing as she stared at him. "You are such a damn guy."
"I am that." He grinned at her and had her going still at the transformation. His silver eyes glowed warm, and he had one dimple on his left cheek.
