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It was Keir.

She wanted him. In her arms. In her bed, and to hell with whether or not he’d respect her in the morning. She already knew the answer. He wouldn’t…but she didn’t care anymore. She wanted Keir, wanted him, wanted him—

“You know what you need, Berk?” he said softly.

Her mouth was as dry as the Nevada desert. “Do you?”

“Yes.” His voice roughened, and she could feel her heart trying to leap from her breast.

“You need a lesson, and I’m the man to give it to you.”

“Keir…” His name came out a whisper. “Keir…”

“What time does lunch finish up?”

She blinked. Sex by appointment? “Four, but why do you—”

“Good.” He turned away. “Be ready to go at five-thirty.”