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hands came up between them, her palms open on his chest. To push him away, she told herself, only she didn’t push so much as hold on like he was her lifesaver and she was going down. “I am not going to kiss you just to prove I don’t want you—”
    â€œShut up and do it, darlin’.”
    â€œYou know what? Fine .” Grabbing his ears, she yanked his face closer and laid one on him. Only the joke was on her because the moment she felt his warm, delicious mouth touch hers she forgot that this was supposed to be about making her point and instead got sucked into the hot wave of lust that washed over her, drowning out all good sense.
    His good sense, too, apparently, because she got much more than she bargained for. He met her halfway, kissing her hungrily, possessively, then deeper still, pushing her back against the desk, his thigh pressing up between hers, his hands—God, his hands.
    She might have let him do whatever he wanted, possibly even have stripped her naked and begged him to touch bare flesh this time, because she was lost in the sensations, one hundred percent lost.
    But then the radio crackled, and Charlene’s voice filled the air. “Mel? Bo’s got an incoming. He still in there?”
    Her heart pounding, pounding, pounding, nipples hard, thighs quivery, damp between them, Mel stared up at Bo.
    He was breathing just as heavily as she was. “It’s, uh, about a vintage Stearman PT-13D I’m thinking of buying.”
    Mel nodded, cleared her throat again, then lifted the radio to her mouth. “Thanks, Char, I’ll tell him.”
    Bo, having apparently proved his point, gave Mel one last long look filled with heat and some other stuff that made breathing difficult, then simply walked out.
    She let out a long breath. Well . If that wasn’t the cruelest thing he’d done so far, making her like him, making her want him. With a shaking hand, she stroked the hair from her face. One of them wasn’t going to survive this, and at the moment, body humming, buzzing, aching , she wasn’t sure who’d be left standing in the end. She sagged back against the desk, thankful for its durability, because, wow.
    Just wow.
    Seemed she wanted more than for Bo to simply go far, far away. She wanted him to do her first. Which solved it, really. She wasn’t lost, she’d merely left reality and had driven right into insanity.

Chapter 7
    D imi woke up on a plane. Now if it had been in the air, she’d have freaked and needed serious aromatherapy, but all was still and quiet, and she relaxed.
    It wasn’t the first time she’d woken confused…There’d been many nights hanging out with the guys until late, drinking with them, getting a little too toasted to drive home. She’d always just made herself comfortable in one of the planes they stored for people who had too much money.
    But as she sat up and put a hand to her reeling head, she realized this wasn’t just any plane but a Lear Jet, luxurious and plush and gorgeous.
    Oh, and bigger surprise, she wasn’t alone.
    A muscled forearm was wrapped around her waist. Then a pair of lips pressed to her shoulder as a husky, sleepy male voice whispered, “Morning, Sexy.”
    Before she could get her wits together, she was turned over into his arms. With a sexy smile, he slid a thigh between hers, bent his head, and sucked her bare breast into his mouth.
    Right. She remembered now. Gorgeous Guy from Sunshine Café. Brother of the owner of the plane she was currently butt-ass naked in. He’d ditched his buddies and his brother on their night on the town to be with her, and she’d made it worth his while.
    And he’d made it worth hers, taking her mind off the fact that Bo Black held the key to her livelihood. A brutal reality that thrust her back into insecure, desperate, fearful mode, a feeling she hated and resented with all her heart.
    Gorgeous Guy nibbled his