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what was the other question?”
    “Forget the other question. All I need from you right now, Professor, is a few measurements. I just need to see if someone my height,” and I inch in a little closer on my knees, “could service someone your height,” and I run my hands up his hard thighs, “while she’s kneeling.”
    His muscles clench under my fingers. “Yeah, Abby, yeah, you could. She could.” He shifts against the wall, restless, and I see how hard he is through his jeans. Damn, but I want to stroke him, to feel him. I want to unbuckle his jeans and touch him, lick him, then have him put his face between my legs and return the favor.
    “Does it work against the wall?” I have to be careful not to get caught up in my own game. “I mean, if you get excited, you won’t throw your head back and concuss yourself, right?”
    He laughs, a hard bark, and I see his hands clench and unclench. “I can control myself, yeah.”
    “Good.”
    I stay there for a second, just touching him, watching him fight his body for control, then I lean in so my mouth is really close to his groin. “Yeah, it does look like I could reach. You’d have to thrust down and I’d have to adjust, but we could make it work, don’t you think?”
    I squeeze into his quads with my palms, then get to my feet, standing so close that I can smell the scent of his shirt. It’s a different detergent than Erik’s, and I like it, I like the difference.
    He pushes off the wall and takes my shoulders in his hands. “What exactly are we doin’ here, Abby?” His breathing is rough, his eyes glittering. There’s a tone in his voice that makes me weak.
    I smile innocently. “Research. You just helped me, like you offered. And I so appreciate it. Thanks a bunch, partner!” I touch his arm, then pull away and sashay back to my computer. “Now that I have the logistics down, I need to get it into the computer. You’re the best.”
    I start typing. I try to ignore the spark of pleasure between my legs, the way my breathing jerks in my chest. The way I want to lean into him and beg him to take me. The way I want to do exactly what I just teased him about. But I keep my eyes directly on my screen. The funny thing is that although I want nothing more than to feel his mouth on mine, I also feel the muse in my brain, and the ideas are filling me; beautiful, wicked words that need to be captured.
    “Oh, fuck me.” His voice is full of rueful humor, but also something else. “Abby?” I can feel the tension, the question. If I said yes, he’d be on me in a heartbeat, and I think it would be the best sex of my life. I know it would be.
    But I don’t say yes. “Not now, Boston, sorry.” I wave my hand behind me without turning from the screen. “I’m working on our bottom line.”
    Yeah, I want him, but something also makes me want to win at this—I don’t know why it feels like a competition, but I’m terrified of giving in to this surge of passion. I don’t know what it will do to me, to us, to this arrangement, so I just can’t allow myself to indulge.
    I’m already a little crazy for him, and I can’t risk a one-night stand, because I know myself, and I know I’d fall deep and hard and crash right down on the rocks when it turned out he wasn’t available, wasn’t going to offer anything else.
    He makes a loud growl and slams his fist into the wall, but then he laughs. “Jesus. I’m gonna go for a jog.” He disappears into his room, and a few minutes later, the front door bangs shut.
    When he comes back, he greets me casually, although his eyes wander over me more boldly than the day before. Whatever we did or didn’t do, there’s something between us, and it’s growing stronger, little by little. I can’t help but think I see a new respect there, too. He’s no longer sure of what I am, what I offer, and I think he likes that as much as I do.

Chapter Four
 
    The next day I stop at the Dunkin’ drive-through for a bag of sugary