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“Are your questions professional or personal?” he asked, his eyes roaming from her heaving chest to her full lips, to stare into her eyes.

Francine’s heart started racing, and her mouth suddenly went very dry as she leaned her head back in order to maintain eye contact. “Depends,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“On what, exactly?” Meeks whispered as he lowered his head, slowly rubbing his nose along her cheek before capturing her mouth, giving her a slow, gentle kiss that sent shock waves through her body.

The kiss turned deep and purposeful. His hands found her hair clip and released it, allowing her long locks to fall over his long fingers.

Francine was overwhelmed by his scent, his touch and his kiss.

Meeks raised his head slightly and gazed into Francine’s desire-filled eyes. “I’ve wanted to do that all night,” he said before taking her lips again. He released her again but only long enough to add, “Truth be told, I’ve wanted to do that for years.”

Right or wrong, Francine wanted Meeks in this moment more than she’d ever wanted anything in her life. Pushing aside all doubt and fear from her mind, she slid her arms up and around his neck. “Is that all you’ve wanted to do?” she asked, kissing the corner of his jaw.

“Hell no,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. Meeks swept Francine off her feet. “And tonight’s only the beginning.”