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at all bothered by it. After reading for what seemed like hours, she lifted her head to rotate her stiff neck. She glanced across the room at Jordan and smiled. As if he’d known she was looking at him, he lifted his head from the papers he was reading and smiled back. Her heart began beating so fast for a moment she thought she had forgotten how to breathe. Finally, when she remembered, she broke eye contact and lowered her gaze to begin reading again.
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    An hour or so later Dominique read the last sentence on the page. Her eyes felt tired and strained. Glancing at the crystal clock on her desk, a gift from her parents, she noted that the hour was past eleven. It was much later than she had intended to stay.
    “All finished?”
    She glanced over in Jordan’s direction. “Yes, what about you?”
    “Yes, I’m done.”
    She stood. “It won’t take me long to get everything together to leave.”
    “Take your time.”
    She was putting the last of the papers in her briefcase when she felt his presence directly behind her.
    “I meant to tell you the other day, before I got kind of side tracked, that you have nice chambers.”
    “Thanks.” She sighed as she slowly turned around, and couldn’t help it when she automatically leaned forward, parting her lips.
    He couldn’t help it either when he leaned down and captured her mouth, taking hold of her waist and pulling her closer. He couldn’t think of a better way to end the evening than to take his fill of her like this, especially since she wasn’t quite ready for the next level yet.
    Deciding it was time to end the kiss before he was tempted to spread her out on her desk, Jordan pulled back and smiled when he saw that her lips were still damp from the taste of him. “Dominique,” he whispered.
    She lifted her gaze up to his. “Yes?”
    “Are you going jogging with me in the morning?” he asked in a voice filled with the same lust she felt.
    “Yes.”
    He was watching her intently. “And on Saturday morning, will you join me at my place for a workout and breakfast?”
    Her eyes were glazed with seductive heat. “Are you sure you want to feed me again?”
    “Yes, I’m sure.”
    “And during the workout, are you going to teach me all the essentials I need to know?”
    Jordan inhaled deeply, thinking about all the things he wanted to teach her, to show her, and to experience with her. “Yes,” he whispered, bringing her back close to him and liking the way she felt in his arms. “I’m teaching you everything you need to know, and first we’ll start off by getting you familiar with the bare essentials.”

Ten
     
    D ominique knew she was in trouble the minute Jordan opened the door Saturday morning. She quickly dragged in a deep, calming breath. He was standing before her dressed in an outlandishly sexy pair of gym shorts and a short tank top. It was the same top he had worn once before that stopped just above his navel. Her gaze automatically went to the small, sexy indention in his masculine ultra tight belly. Her gaze was further drawn to the line of curly hair that grew from his navel and became lost in the waistband of his shorts.
    “You’re ready, Dominique?”
    She swallowed and lifted her gaze to his and stupidly asked, “For what?”
    He crossed his arms and leaned against the doorjamb, completely at ease and acting as if a dense woman appearing on his doorstep at eight in the morning was a norm.
    “For a workout and breakfast – in that order,” he said, grinning at her.
    “Yes, I’m ready,” she said, wishing his mouth didn’t look so darn enticing. She had gotten a dose of him three times that week when they had gone jogging together, and when he had unexpectedly shown up in her chambers Tuesday night. And all three times when they had kissed, his taste had consumed her senses. When he moved aside she walked in.
    “Good. We can go ahead and get started,” he said, leading her down the hallway.
    When they entered the workout