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He was hot—for her!

Eva’s cheeks were flushed, her blue eyes snapped and she’d spent nearly the whole hour tempting him. Her sweater had all but slipped off one shoulder, exposing smooth, sexy skin.

He better go home before he did something stupid. Like kiss her. Or more.

“Actually—” he glanced at his watch “—I should call it a night.”

Then he turned to smile and kiss her cheek in a platonic good-night.

Come on, Ames. Get the hell out while you can.

“I had fun, Eva.” He reached for the door handle. “Thanks for— What are you doing?”

“Who, me?” She’d swung her crazily booted leg over both of his and had managed to straddle him in the cab. “I’m just saying you’re welcome, Ames.”

“Jeez, you can’t—”

Yes, she could. She was already kissing him, hot, hungry kisses, pressing her body close.

He was a guy. That got a reaction. A fairly immediate and large one.

Wait, there was some reason he was going to avoid getting physical with her. Now he couldn’t remember what it was. In fact, his hands were at her waist, traveling down to explore the pink skirt.

Oh, man.