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“SHE NEEDED HIM”

He wanted to oblige her. Damn, did he want to oblige her. Casually, Stan moved closer to her until he invaded her space, and her alarm thumped louder with every beat of her heart. He left himself wide open to her, relishing each tingle she felt, absorbing each small shiver of excitement—and letting it excite him in return.

Reaching out, he brushed the side of his thumb along her jawline, up and over her downy cheek, tickling the dangling earrings that suddenly seemed damn sexy. “Maybe you need the iced tea,” he murmured, his attention dipping to her naked mouth. Jenna never wore lipstick, and he liked the look of her soft, full lips glistening from the glide of her tongue. Oh, yeah, he liked that a lot. “You feel . . . warm, Jenna.”

Her breaths came fast and uneven. “I’ve been . . . working.”

And fantasizing. About him.