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“If I’m here past midnight, does that mean I have to stay for the next hundred years?” he joked.

Kayla was standing so close to him, Alain could feel the heat coming from her body. Could feel the urges being roused in his own.

All he had to do, he thought, was reach up and pull her down on to his lap.

And kiss her.

Kayla took a step back. Or tried to. It felt as if she was trying to walk with a layer of glue spread across the bottom of her shoes.

And then he did it. Hands bracketing her hips, Alain drew her on to his lap.

“You shouldn’t be doing this.”

“It’s a kiss,” he whispered softly. “Just a kiss, nothing more.”

Get off his lap, something inside her cried. Now. Before it’s too late.

But it was already too late.