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Kyle said, licking his smile.

Lauren was twenty-seven. She knew he was being verbally clever, saying things that were salacious—Well, maybe he was a gentleman and was not salacious. Maybe he meant exactly what he said, and it was only her own wild and wicked libido that was berserk.

How did one know?

She could ask him. Are you being salacious?

If she did, he’d probably not understand and be shocked by her assumption.

She was going to have to be clever and slow in order to lead him into allowing her access to his body.…