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A gentle knock sounded. Beck fought down the rush of excitement and opened the door calmly. “Hello, May.”

She looked beautiful—when did she not?—and walked past him into the room. She wore a sexy black off-shoulder top that left her firm midriff bare, and a fire-engine-red clingy short skirt that hugged her hips adoringly.

He’d invited her in for research. Right.

“Thanks for coming.”

“I haven’t yet, but you’re welcome.” Smiling, May faced him, and whatever uncertainty had been plaguing her before was gone. She was on fire, eyes bright and sure.

“Uh, would you like a drink first—”

She held up a hand to stop him. “Let’s just do it, Beck.”

Her soft words had the opposite effect on his arousal. He needed to focus on the scene playing out before him, focus on his book. He grabbed his laptop. “Mind if I take notes?”

“Knock yourself out.”

She stood still for a second. Putting her hands on the hem of the shirt, she lifted it slowly, exposing full round breasts captured—barely, it seemed—in a few inches of sheer black lace, nipples clearly visible under the sheer fabric.

Beck’s hands froze on the keyboard. Oh, my.