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sexy poses, regardless of gender.”
    He tilts his head. “Maybe I should read your book.”
    “Maybe you should.” My voice is low, too. “It might give you some ideas.”
    “I got plenty of my own ideas.” His voice is taut, a challenge. He barely lifts one eyebrow at me and lets his lips curl into the smallest smile. God. Those lips, full and sexy. I want to feel them on my neck.
    I lick my lip. “You know my book has bondage in it, Boston. Some spanky good times. You an expert on that, too?”
    He hesitates. “Not to date, no. I don’t need to tie my women down, or threaten them with punishment, Abs. They come willingly. Over and over again.” I feel my stomach liquefy at his confident grin.
    I shrug. “Oh, I just bet they do. But you never know. Sometimes it’s good to expand your horizons.”
    He comes closer and I feel his warmth next to me, smell his scent. I control my breathing because I sort of feel like panting, and I control my head, because it wants to drift closer to his, closer to his sensual lips.
    “Oh, Abs, you want to expand your horizons?” His voice is a gentle croon, a promise, and a dare. “I bet you’d like doing what I tell you to, without being tied up at all.” I gasp out at his intense gaze. He continues. “You can tell yourself it’s research for yah book, if you like.” He smiles and touches my cheek, lets his finger stroke down my jaw and down my neck.
    My pulse flutters under his touch. “So you’re offering me some generous public assistance, just to make my writing better?”
    “Better for both of us, babe.” He continues with the finger, lower now, along my clavicle. “The better the book, the better the profits. I wouldn’t be a very good partner if I didn’t pull my fair share, now would I? If I can… motivate you… shouldn’t I do it to help our bottom line?”
    Oh, God. He’s good at this game.
    I put my hand over his exploring touch, push his fingers into a fist, enclose his hard fist in mine. “Of course you should. I appreciate such a generous offer. You’re so selfless.”
    “You want a study hour, Abby? Smart girl want to get herself a tutor?” He’s ready to strike. I can see it in his eyes. He’s so… sure of me . So confident that if he want this, he can hit this. And underneath my desire for him, that is irritating, and I don’t like it. Why should he get to be so cocky about himself?
    I let go of his hand, feeling inspired. “Okay. Here’s how you can help.” I step back. “I do need some advice.” I point. “Lean against the wall for me.”
    His gaze is quizzical. “Sure thing, Abs.” He saunters over and poses. Such a playboy. I shake my head with a smile. He gestures to me just like he did at the club, like “come here, baby,” and it’s all I can do to resist the urge to jump on him and grind, like that groupie girl.
    “Can I ask you something?” I make my voice low and soft.
    “Anything.” He’s all easy confidence.
    I walk closer and ask in a whisper, “Do you like blow jobs?”
    If he had a drink, he’d spit it out. His whole body reacts. “Do I—? Yeah. I fucking love them. I mean— Abby ?” His eyes are popping out of his head, and I can tell he’s wondering, hoping, because his body shows me an immediate interest—more than a passing interest—in my question.
    Good. I step in, close. “I figured you did, but I needed to hear it. How do you like them best?” I run one finger up his chest.
    “Best?” I can almost see his mind racing, trying to figure this out, and I smile. “You know. Your ideal, perfect BJ. Are you lying on your back, and she’s kneeling over you, naked, ready to please you? Or do you prefer her on her knees and you’re sitting on the bed, or leaning against a wall—like this.”
    I widen my eyes and tilt my head, and he groans. I kneel down in front of him, maintaining eye contact. “You’ve had one while standing, right?”
    “Abby?”
    “Yes or no.”
    “Yes, I have. Uh,