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was breathed against her mouth, and in the next instant his lips closed beguilingly over hers. She
    knew she should be protesting that his attitude was all mixed up, that there was something wrong in making love to a
    business partner, but Shelley couldn't find the will to summon up the argument. With a shudder, she relaxed languidly
    beneath the kiss.
    It was slow and delicious, damp and invading, and she realized she'd had Joel's kiss in her head since the night
    before. It had nibbled around the edge of her consciousness, sometimes reminding her of its presence forcefully, other
    times receding patiently into the background, but always there. Always there. And tonight it was there in reality once
    more.
    "Shelley," he growled achingly against her mouth as he pulled her to her feet "I've been thinking about last night all
    day. Do you understand? I've been wanting you all day. When I got to your office this afternoon and found you
    closeted with Ackerly, I could cheerfully have throttled you!"
    "He's my client," she protested.
    "So am I. Do you kiss him the way you kiss me? Does your mouth open for him the way it does for me? Do your
    breasts fill his hands the way they fill mine?"
    "Joel, stop it!" she begged, crowding closer beseechingly. His hands had moved to cup the soft swell of her breasts
    as he'd grated the question against her mouth. "I don't want to talk about Dean Ackeriy."
    "Neither do I."
    He shut off further conversation by thrusting his tongue aggressively between her lips, hunting a response as his
    fingers slipped the white suit jacket from her shoulders and dropped it soundlessly onto the lounger. When she stirred
    with a strange restlessness, he stilled her movements by finding the shape of her rounded bottom and guiding her
    close against the outline of his body.
    Shelley thrilled to the taut, waiting hardness of him. The scent of him filled her nostrils, musky and clean and all
    male. Unthinkingly, she began toying with the buttons of his shirt and finally undid them slowly, shakily.
    He was with her all the way, and she closed her eyes as he undid the turquoise silk blouse and found the clasp of
    her bra. Shelley moaned softly into his shoulder as he removed the blouse and the lacy undergarment He was nipping
    seductively at the line of her throat now, and his teeth tantalized her unbearably as his thumbs moved raspingly across
    her budding nipples.
    "I need the softness of you tonight," Joel muttered thickly. "I need to make you mine. Give yourself to me,
    sweetheart."
    "Joel, I can't think. I don't know what I want," she confessed bemusedly, aware that the folds of the snare were
    closing in around her.
    "Yes, you do. Your body knows what it wants." His palms grazed the tips of her breasts, coaxing forth the response
    she could not hide. "Don't try to analyze this, honey. Just let go and trust me."
    Trust? What a strange word for him to use, she thought vaguely. But her fingertips had discovered the curling
    auburn hair on his chest and began tracing tiny circles around the male nipples. When he caught his breath and
    sucked in his taut stomach, Shelley knew an exhilarating sense of power and longing that washed out other, more
    cautious emotions completely.
    Her skirt slipped to the ground, forming a pool of white at her feet. When she stood before him wearing only her
    panties, Joel ran his hands lingeringly down the curves of her breasts, the contour of her waist and the fullness of her
    thighs. He groaned passionately into the hollow of her shoulder.
    "Finish undressing me, honey. Touch me all over. I want to go crazy under your hands tonight"
    Trembling with the force of her excitement and growing need, Shelley fumbled with the elaborate western buckle of
    his jeans and then slid down the zipper. In a moment, he was as naked as she, wearing only his close-fitting briefs.
    The evidence of his arousal was bold and blatant beneath the thin cotton of his underwear, and Shelley gasped a
    little as he