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Eve saw it in the intensity of his look. And she wanted to kiss him back. Badly. So when the elevator doors opened, Eve tugged him inside. Jack caught on quickly, wrapping his arms around her and nuzzling the side of her neck as his erection nudged her thigh.

“Where do we go from here, Eve?” he asked, his breath hot on her skin.

“Wherever we want, Jack.”

Then, suddenly, desperately, as if a dam had been released, her hands were in his hair, their lips fused, their hips together. She strained closer, grinding her mouth against his, waging a war with her tongue. Somewhere along the way, this had changed from a sexy, flirtatious encounter into a moment of consuming need. Eve ached for him to fill her, to satisfy this craving.

“Jack, where’s a condom?” she said huskily, breaking the kiss.

He pulled a foil packet out of his wallet, and Eve quickly plucked it from his fingers, tearing the cellophane with her teeth.

“Unzip your pants. You promised me short and to the point.”

Jack took the condom from her and gave her a grin that stole her breath away. “Honey,” he said, shaking his head, “I offered brief. But never short.”