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‘There is no this time. This is just a job for me—that’s all. I’m not interested in anything else.’

Everything in Zafir rejected that, and he lifted one hand to cup Kat’s delicate jawline. Just the silken brush of her hair against the back of his hand had his body hardening all over again.

‘Why are you denying this, Kat? Whatever is between us, it’s mutual. And it’s even stronger than before.’

She shook her head. ‘It’s not mutual.’

‘Liar…’ Zafir breathed as every part of his body went on fire with an urgent and undeniable desire to prove Kat wrong. And along with that desire he felt something much more dangerous: emotion.

To block it out, deny it, Zafir cupped his hand behind Kat’s neck and drew her into him until he could feel the length of her willowy body pressed against his. And then he bent his head and covered Kat’s mouth with his, and for the first time in eighteen months the roaring savage heat inside him was momentarily soothed.

It was so profound and overwhelming that for long seconds Zafir didn’t even deepen the kiss. He just relished the sensation of Kat’s soft, lush mouth under his. And then she made a soft mewling sound and Zafir fell over the brink of his control and hauled Kat even closer, kissing her deeply enough that he could see stars.