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another of the chocolate mini doughnuts from the box he’d put out. They were fat coated in fat with another layer of fat on them, but he needed the calories, or else he was definitely going to give Ms. Blackship a surprise she was not going to like.
    Her gaze followed the movement of his hand to the box, then to his mouth. Heat filtered through him at the way her eyes lit up, just the barest hint, and the way the tip of her tongue crept out to dimple her top lip.
    She caught him looking. “You don’t believe in any of this stuff. I know.”
    Jordan shook his head. “I work with real animals. Real things. You’re asking me to believe that some kind of monster is coming out of the bayou and slaughtering them? I’d be more likely to believe some kind of poachers—”
    â€œExcept poachers would take the animals alive. If they were going to steal and resell the animals, they’d want them alive. Even if they only wanted the pelts,” she added, “they wouldn’t slaughter them on-site.”
    â€œNo,” he admitted grudgingly. “I’ve been thinking about it, and you’re right.”
    She leaned forward a little. “DiNero believes it. That’s why he called the Crew.”
    â€œThen I guess that’s all it matters, huh?” He leaned back.
    Monica smiled a little. “Yeah. I guess it does.”
    They sat in silence for a minute or so that should’ve been awkward but was only quiet. It had been a long time since he’d sat with a woman this way, without idle chatter and inane small talk, stupid words to cover up the fact both of them were thinking only of how to get in each other’s pants with the least amount of effort. He couldn’t stop thinking about her flavor.
    â€œLook,” Monica said abruptly. “About last night.”
    â€œWe don’t have to talk about it.”
    â€œNo. We do. I don’t want you to think—”
    â€œI don’t think anything,” Jordan interrupted. “We’re both adults. It happened.”
    Monica shook her head. “But you didn’t like it.”
    â€œI didn’t—” Jordan cut himself off. “What the hell?”
    She laughed gently, tipping her face up. “I mean you didn’t like that it happened. Not that you didn’t like...it.”
    Jordan scowled. “It was unexpected. That’s all.”
    â€œIt won’t happen again.”
    That did not actually make him feel any better. If anything, the thought that he would never again be inside her tightened a knot in his lower gut. He didn’t have words for her, though, just a low grunt.
    â€œI am sorry,” Monica said. “You were there, and I needed someone.”
    Jordan gave her a long, steady look. “Gee, way to make a fella feel special.”
    Monica ducked her head, looking embarrassed for a second, before popping up with the first genuine, full-fledged grin he’d seen on her. It lit her entire face. She was pretty, but that smile, that fucking smile... She was beautiful.
    He kissed her.
    He could have stopped himself. Years of therapy, of learning self-control, of discipline, of fighting the hunger—he could’ve done anything but kiss her. She was in his arms the second after that. She opened for him immediately. Her arms went around his neck, her fingers threading through his hair.
    He picked her up as easily as he would a bag of feathers. She moaned softly into his mouth. The hum of it sent an arc of electric desire straight to his already rock-hard cock. He settled her on the table and pushed himself between her legs. She moaned again when he pressed his erection against her. She wore a flowing pair of thin batik-printed pants that provided little barrier, but his denim jeans were majorly cock-blocking him.
    In seconds, without breaking away from her mouth, he’d yanked open his fly and pressed himself against her again. For a moment, they