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too enticing to resist.

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    EJ finger combed his hair, forking both hands from forehead to nape several times before hitting the downstairs buzzer in the kitchen and sauntering to the front door in the living room. He was not surprised when he opened it to find Evelyn trudging up the last several steps.
    “Hey baby brother.”
    He frowned but accepted the kiss she planted on a cheek, and distractedly returned it as she pushed by him to stand in the foyer.
    “Is Tabitha here?”
    “She’s in the bedroom,” he said, then quickly added, “surveying my closet.”
    Evelyn raised her brows, skimming her sharp hazel eyes over his half-dressed state, thankfully letting the rest go unsaid. He didn’t think he could take his sister’s ribbing, however good-natured it might be, yet too shaken by the touch of Tabitha’s lips.
    Just a kiss.
    “What are you doing here anyway?”
    “Anyone ever tell you you’re a lousy host?”
    “Especially when my guests pop up unannounced.”
    She pouted, looking suitably chagrined for about two seconds before she pasted a bright smile on her face and hooked both of her arms through one of his. “So, tell me how it’s going.”
    “Is that what you came here for?”
    “I had a few free moments after a late lunch meeting, was in the neighborhood and decided to drop by and see if you guys needed an impartial point of view.”
    “Impartial? From you? Not likely.”
    She playfully punched his arm just as Tabitha came in from the bedroom.
    “Hi, Evelyn. How are you?”
    “I thought you might need me to run a little interference for you with my brother.
    He can be a bit of a rapscallion at times.”
    “More like interfere,” EJ mumbled.
    “Don’t be such a grouch.”
    “I can handle him okay.”
    Damn, she said that so quickly EJ almost snapped his neck to stare at her and see the serious look on her face.
    Did she know how perfectly fuckable she looked right then? So prissy and sure of herself, he wanted nothing more than to throw her down on the rug, and plunge his cock into her wet depths until he brought tears to those whiskey colored eyes.
    He wanted to mess up her hair, run his fingers through those glistening chestnut waves and see if they were as soft as they looked. He wanted to grab her by those long 29
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    tresses, tilt back her head so that she would see who was going to be kissing her senseless, fucking her blind.
    Shit, he was getting hard again. Well, he hadn’t actually been soft since Tabitha’s arrival, and doubted that he’d ever be soft again with her in the immediate vicinity. EJ
    shifted his weight from one leg to the other trying to surreptitiously adjust himself.
    He was sure his sister knew what he was doing, but noticed Tabitha glancing around the living room as if she hadn’t gotten the full treatment when she’d first arrived.
    She seemed so absorbed in her examination that a troop of naked Chippendale dancers could have marched into the room and she probably wouldn’t have batted an eye.
    Why the idea of her batting an eye and noticing a bunch of half-clothed men sparked his jealousy was beyond him. EJ barely knew the woman, and couldn’t understand this sudden and unfamiliar spate of possessiveness, but there it was.
    “I’ll meet you back in the bedroom. I’m going to finish my examination of your wardrobe.” Tabitha excused herself and left the room.
    Evelyn stared after her, then looked at EJ. “So, you two seem to be getting along okay.”
    “Why wouldn’t we?”
    “No reason.” Evelyn shrugged. “Guess I’ll leave you guys to it then and be on my way.”
    EJ was of two minds as he walked her to the door: eager to pick up where he’d left off with Tabitha, and half-afraid of her overwhelming effect on his libido and psyche.
    This was ridiculous! A minute ago he was having caveman fantasies about conquering her full-lipped mouth and plundering her pussy, now he was afraid of being left alone with