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r skin as she shifted her weight. 9 p.m. on the dot. She'd debated not showing up-walking away from the contract, the secrets, him-but here she was, drawn like a moth to a flame she knew wo

ing. He tasted of whiskey and control, his tongue coaxing hers into a dance she couldn't resist. Her fingers curled into his shirt, tugging him closer, and he groaned-a low, primal sound that sent a thrill through her. He backed her against the window, the cold glass a shock against her bare shoulders. His hands roamed, one sliding up her thigh, lifting the dress, the other cupping her neck as he deepened the kiss. "You drive me insane," he muttered against her mouth, his breath ragged. "This dress. You." "Then stop," she challenged, even as her body arched into his touch. "Never." His fingers found the zipper at her back, sliding it down with agonizing slowness. The dress pooled at her feet, leaving her in black lace, exposed under his gaze. He stepped back, eyes dark with hunger, taking her in. "Perfect." She should've felt vulnerable, but the way he looked at her-raw, reverent-lit something fierce inside her. She closed the gap, hands trembling as she unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the hard planes of his chest. Her nails grazed his skin, and he hissed, grabbing her wrists