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nbsp; ‘We should talk,’ he said suddenly, his chin jutting into her flesh as he spoke.

His words had the effect of an ice shower on her overheated body but she didn’t tense up, didn’t want him to sense her unease.

‘Later—or rather, in the morning,’ she said calmly, turning her head into his and pressing a kiss to his temple. ‘First you need to get some proper sleep. What possessed you to take the chair?’

He shrugged, his grin warming her anew. ‘What can I say? I’m nothing if not a gentleman.’

‘You call what we’ve shared this evening gentlemanly?’

‘Point taken, yet again,’ he said, manoeuvring her so that she sat across his lap, his sated cock slipping out to rest beneath her behind. ‘Not complaining, are you?’

She gave a laugh. ‘What would you do if I was?’

‘You don’t want to know.’

It was how he said it, rather than what he said, that had her body heating with mutinous anticipation. She wanted to press, wanted to coax the words out of him but didn’t dare. He played to her carnal desires so effortlessly, so perfectly...

‘Is that so?’ she said simply, it was a question, but it didn’t ask for a response, and to ensure he got the message she snuggled down into his shoulder, her mouth clamped shut as her disgruntled body tried to force out a moan, her mind conjuring up a variety of reactions to her potential complaint.

‘Not tonight, though, hey?’ he said, pressing a kiss to her head and standing effortlessly with her in his arms.

He strode to the bed, his legs taking a wide stance as he kept his trousers in place. In spite of her emotional turmoil she laughed, his gallant candour leaving her momentarily on cloud nine. And then he deposited her on the bed, breaking their contact.

‘I’ll be right back,’ he said, straightening and heading for a doorway that she assumed led to the bathroom.

‘Don’t be long,’ she called after him, turning into the quilt and preparing her I’m fast asleep pose.

She didn’t want to risk delaying her departure with conversation. She just needed to leave—and she would once he was asleep. A sudden heaviness hit her, deep in the belly, and she wrapped her arms tight around her middle, fending it off.

She’d had her one night of crazy; she’d had her fun. It was time to get back to reality—a reality without Mr Distraction in it. It was for the best.

It really was.

CHAPTER SIX

SHIT. SHIT. SHIT.

The words had been echoing through his brain for the last two hours, ever since he’d woken to find her gone. The only evidence she’d ever existed was a hurried Thank you x on a scrap of paper placed on the pillow.

Thank you. He had been worth that, at least.

But gratitude was the last thing she’d be feeling shortly. In just over an hour, when he turned up at her office and told her who he was, he was certain he could say farewell to a thank-you or a repeat.

A repeat.

He wanted to shake himself. Was he mad?

Sex was sex. He could get it anywhere.

What he couldn’t get was another business partner like Jennifer Hayes.

He could hear his body laughing at the idea even as he shot the thought down.

Work had to come first. He would tire of her eventually, as he had every other woman. She wouldn’t be any different—he wouldn’t allow it.

And he wasn’t about to put it to the test.

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