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for me.” As soon as she did, he teased with his tongue, being careful not to go too fast or too far.
    She didn’t show the same reserve. Just as he’d suspected, she took what she wanted. She sucked his tongue in deeper, then groaned and went on her tiptoes to better align their bodies.
    He wanted to touch her everywhere, and doing so in his office assured that things wouldn’t get out of hand, as per their agreement.
    He paid very close attention to her every reaction, no matter how subtle, so he felt her stiffening as he brought his hand up her side, toward her breast. Anticipation? He certainly felt it. At that moment he wanted to explore her breasts more than anything.
    But still he went slow, caressing her waist, tracing each rib, all the while kissing her, feasting off her mouth. And still, when he’d just curved his fingers over her breast, she pushed away.
    The sudden distance rocked him. They stared at each other, both breathing deeply, she wary, he confused. He saw the excitement in her rosy, swollen lips, her dazed eyes, yet she’d stopped him. She looked incredible and hot and he didn’t understand her sudden retreat.
    Laboring for breath, he waited to see what she’d do. Her gaze took a quick trip over his body, then shot back to his groin, where she stared.
    â€œWhat’s wrong?”
    She shook her head, then licked her lips. Her hand lifted toward him, as if reaching for his erection, and he held his breath. But then she dropped her hand back to her side and said, “I don’t have any boobs.”
    â€œWhat?”
    Fingers spread wide, her hands covered her chest, one over each breast. “Your fingers went wandering, but I don’t have much here to tempt you.”
    One big step had him close enough to grip her shoulders. “That’s nonsense, Ashley. You tempt me so damn much I’m a hair away from exploding.”
    She looked up into his eyes, still a little foggy.
    â€œIt’s why I have an erection, damn it. I kiss you, and it’s as effective as foreplay.”
    As if instructing him, her voice flat, she said, “Men like women who are busty.”
    â€œI like you .” She still had her hands over herself, and it was making him nuts. “Every part of you.”
    Her gaze dipped to his mouth, and she leaned forward to give him an ultrasoft, lingering peck. Relieved, he thought they were back on track—until she smiled at him. “Thanks, but I’d rather you leave that part of me alone.”
    Quinton hesitated, trying to settle on how to proceed. Then he decided, to hell with it. He’d give her the truth and she could deal with it.
    â€œThat’s not going to happen.”
    â€œWhat isn’t?”
    He cupped her face and kissed her quick and hard. “We’re going to make love, and when we do, we’ll both be naked and you can damn well be assured I’ll look at, touch, and taste every part of you. No way in hell will I leave your breasts alone.”
    She tucked in her chin. “Taste?”
    â€œEvery. Part.”
    â€œOh.” She blinked fast, then quirked her mouth to one side. “That sounds…” She cleared her throat. “Well, for now, I’d rather you didn’t. If I was built like May…That girl is stacked. But me…No, I’d rather wait before you start doing…any of that stuff. Touching or tasting. Or even looking.”
    She said so many things at one time, Quinton nearly got lost. “If you don’t want me looking, then you should wear a bra.”
    â€œWhat for? I’m barely an A-cup. Sometimes A-cups are too big. Bras just get in my way. They’re uncomfortable. I don’t need a bra.”
    Quinton stared at her. How was it they kept ending up in the strangest discussions? “I can see your nipples, Ashley.”
    She snorted. “You can not.” Then she looked down, realized her nipples were tightly puckered,