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The gesture grabbed Nigel’s attention, sharpened the pull between them. Following the bad-boy rules she had set out earlier, he moved slowly across the bar toward her, stopping directly in front of her chair.

She looked up, her lips parted as though to speak. Instead, she fluttered her fingers to the top button on her blouse.

He shifted closer, his knee brushing hers. The accidental touch triggered small fires over his skin. And from the flush on her cheeks, he could see she felt it, too. The unspoken desire in her eyes made him bold. He slid one arm around her waist and pulled her to him, feeling her swollen breasts against his body. She shivered.

In his best bad-boy tone he leaned forward and whispered hotly into her ear, “I want you.”