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“Do you know how many different kisses there are?” Sean asked.

“Two. French and everything else.” Cleo hadn’t been big on kissing because it never failed—she’d be in the middle of some lothario’s embrace, and her mind would be racing ahead to the next day’s to-do list. Nope. At least with sex, there was serious action. Now that, she could handle.

“There are forty-three different kinds of kisses,” he told her. “Now, I know you’re thinking that I’m coming onto you here, and I am, but I have a more altruistic motive. You really need to learn how to kiss.”

Cleo pushed the hair back from her eyes and polished off her martini. Time to lay her cards on the table and correct his misguided notions. “Look, I know you want to have sex with me, and I want to have sex with you, so you don’t need to waste a lot of oxygen on getting me ready.”

He looked at her, his gaze dark and intense, full of all those things she wanted to taste, but then it faded. Gone in an instant. “You are such a virgin,” he quipped.

“Try me.” Her voice was a whisper. Husky and rough. She didn’t want his jokes. She wanted his hands on her. He wanted his hands on her. It was there in his face, his eyes, the hard line twisting his mouth, the hard line tenting his slacks.

Breathless, she waited, and he leaned in…