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Chemistry threatened to blow them both to smithereens.
    She arched her hips and slid up his length, the cotton of her skirt molding to the flesh between her legs. “Wouldn’t take much for you to dip right in,” she whispered against his neck.
    He lifted his hips and crammed his angry dick against her. “Two can play your game, honey.”
    Her smooth, sly grin made him ache even harder. “You can’t touch.”
    “No, but I know for a fact you’re cursing that rule as loud and long as I am.”
    “You think?”
    He moved his hands to cup the sides of her face and moved her ear close to his lips, daring someone to challenge him. “I know ,” he whispered. “The top of my briefs are wet and I can smell your excitement.”
    Her hips rolled against him, caressing his whole length in a rhythm that made him absolutely crazy. So crazy that ripping her skimpy clothing from her body seemed like the only sane thing to do.
    “You’re absolutely right, Jake,” she whispered back. “I’m soaked under this blasted skirt.” One more drag of her hips made his dick weep. “And your tongue is the only thing that could possibly soothe my aching nipples.” Her lips brushed his earlobe in another teasing taunt. “Just one quick caress, Detective, around the peaks and then tucked between your lips in a good, hard pull.”
    With amazing, superhuman effort, he managed to shove his next question out of his mouth. “Would you come?”
    Her low chuckle crossed his eardrum. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
    Unable to stop it, a groan left the depths of his throat. Hell yeah, she’d orgasm; he’d wrap his lips around her and suck until she screamed for him to stop. Only, he wouldn’t let her off that easily. No, he’d drag the pebbled flesh further inside and use his teeth to tease each stiff peak into oblivion.
    A familiar hum vibrated his balls as she thrust her breasts closer to his mouth. His lips parted and his tongue wet his bottom lip. His dick pounded a plea. C’mon, baby, just a little closer .
    “Please.” Her tiny, barely-audible, whimpered request forced his hands back to her hips. His fingers shook in restraint against her skin. Her smooth, toned, pale skin, dampened by a faint film of moisture.
    His lips widened of their own accord. She lowered those full, tight breasts.
    “Shoot the damn camera,” she hissed under her breath.
    He released a hard breath, both relieved and pissed off that her twisted, ludicrous request brought him out of his drunken daze. Twisted? Yes. Ludicrous? Well, not so much.
    The obnoxious taunt of the party-crashing buzzer was the only thing that stopped him from following directions.
    He reached to flick the sparkling diamond nestled in her belly button while he fought like hell to keep from passing out. Sonuvabitch, this woman held his balls in the palm of her tiny, little hand — and she hadn’t even touched him. He was so screwed.
    He allowed his gaze to move up her body, further aroused by the sway of her breasts while she drew several deep breaths. He forced himself to focus upward and into her gorgeous blue eyes, more than satisfied to discover her flushed cheeks along the way.
    Words escaped him. Emotion flooded his mind. His heart pounded right along with his dick.
    “Wow,” she said finally.
    “Well put.”
    Her sweet smile made his cock twitch. “You broke, moneybags?”
    “Far from it.” He raised an eyebrow. “You up for another round?”
    She held his gaze for several moments until he began to wonder if she might just take him up on his offer. He swallowed hard. He’d never make it out alive. His balls were already so blue they were purple and his dick screamed in agony. But, if she insisted, he’d just have to take one for the team and endure. Damn . What a way to go.
    “No.” She placed her hands over his and squeezed before moving his to the chair. “I’m pretty sure someone would get hurt.”
    He grasped her elbow to steady her as she lifted a leg over his