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obsessed with her since that party, scouring the city for anyone who knew who she was or how to find her. That she’d wound up being employed by his own company was a sign that they were meant to be. Fate had put her back in his path and he had no intent of letting her go.  Breaking the kiss, he pulled back from her. “Mine.”
    She looked shell-shocked, her eyes wide and her lips still parted from his kiss. “I was only teasing.” Her reply was breathless, a sure sign that the kiss had affected her as much as it had him.
    “I know that. But even jesting about you and another man is not okay with me. I don’t know what this is between us—but I do know I’ve never felt it before.”
    “Let’s get this over with, okay? I don’t want to be in a room full of people.”
    “Where do you want to be?” As he asked the question he was tracing delicate circles on her neck with his tongue. 
    “Alone with you, in your bed. Naked. Feeling your hands sliding over my skin—and your cock inside me,” she whispered hotly. 
    Gavin groaned. Suddenly, he didn’t care that there was a room full of people waiting for them. He didn’t care that there were a dozen men just on the other side of that door. He wanted to wrap her legs around him and drive into the slick, welcoming heat of her right there. “You are a wicked woman.”
    “I thought you were this smooth Casanova,” she quipped. “Been there, done that, seen it all. Surely, a little dirty talk from me isn’t all that shocking.”
    He grinned at her. “It’s a whole package kind of thing, Liberty. You could read the phone book to me and it’d be hot. Now let’s go review this footage, so we can get to tall those other wonderful things you mentioned.”
     

 
    CHAPTER TWO
     
     
    Hours later, eyes blurring and her back aching from sitting in one spot for far too long, Libby rose to her feet and stretched. “I think we’re going about this wrong.”
    Ronan shrugged, Gavin sitting beside him rubbing his own eyes as the video feed was paused. “I’m open to suggestions if you have a good one.”
    “Well, we’ve been looking through this footage chronologically, but we have facial recognition software. Why not match the footage of people entering the building with the footage of them leaving the building and focus on the ones who left empty handed.”
    Gavin nodded. “I think that’s an excellent plan and Ronan is going to take care of all that while you and I take a break.”
    Ronan looked at him nonplussed. “ With all due respect, sir, you’re the tech genius who could alter the parameters of the facial recognition program to do just that.”
    “I thought you worked for me, but clearly I’ve misinterpreted the power structure of our relationship,” Gavin replied before turning to Libby. “There’s a delivery for you, Ms. Jones. It’s in the music room. Down the hall to the left.”
    Libby groaned. “What have you done?”
    “You didn’t have the option of packing a bag first, so I had a few of the local shops send things over for you. Keep what you like and send anything else back, but do try to keep some of the naugh tier pieces. Black lace…ruffles. Also, I’m available to give you an honest and completely unbiased opinion of how amazing you look in each one of them, if you’re inclined to model them for me.”
    Libby glanced at Ronan who for all intents and purposes, other than his bright pink ears, appeared not to be listening. “Gavin, that’s too much.”
    “Nonsense. You’re a guest and you should be comfortable.” He ushered her to the door. “Go, try them on, and then once I’ve tweaked this damned program, I’ll join you.”
    Libby nodded. “A few outfits, just enough until we can get this mess straightened out and I can get back to my apartment.”
    He made a noncommittal sound in reply as he ushered her toward the door.
    “Gavin, I mean it. I’m not comfortable taking expensive gifts from you.”
    “Darling, I’m a