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Hugh asked, lifting a hand to Giselle’s cheek and toying with a stray dark curl.

“I’m very fine with this. I think we can work around the article and not let it interfere with—” Giselle sidled closer, allowing her thigh to graze his— “what we both want.”

He caught her hips in his hands. He closed his eyes for a long moment. Feminine intuition told her she was testing the man’s restraint.

“How soon can you have your story written?” Patience wasn’t her strong suit on a good day. And with his hands on her, there was no way she could wait.

His fingers slid along the silky fabric of her dress. “I can hurry it, but it will take a few weeks.”

“Weeks?” She could hardly wait a few hours, let alone weeks, especially as his touch skated up her ribs, pausing just beneath her breasts.

“I’m very thorough in my work.” His thumbs drew idle circles skimming the edge of her bra.

“Oh, really?” Awareness flared through her, made her breath catch in her throat while her breasts tingled and tightened in anticipation. She wanted to tangle tongues, limbs and sheets with him.

“I never do anything in half measures.”

And that was the best promise she’d heard in a long while.