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wouldn’t be interested in me.”
    He cocks his head. “What makes you say that?”
    “During the photo shoot, you weren’t— I mean, you didn’t—”
    Damn Zena for asking me the question in the first place and
putting it into my head.
    “Didn’t what?” he asks.
    Didn’t get hard, you idiot. But I can’t say something
like that out loud. When I glance at his crotch, though, understanding lights
up his face.
    He grabs my hand. “Come here.”
    The sensation of his strong, demanding fingers curled around
mine sends a roller-coaster thrill through my body. We just reached first base,
I realize. I focus on staying balanced on my heels as he pulls me. We rush down
the hall into a private alcove and then to a dim recess in front of a storage
closet.
    Before I can blink, his fingers seize my wrists, which he
holds against the wall near my head, and Carlos—every glorious foot of him—is
pressed against my body. His rib cage swells against my breasts with deep,
rapid breaths—from dragging me down the hall, passion or both? A doorknob digs
into my back, but something else gets my attention.
    He’s hard. Very hard.
    The thin dress pants don’t leave much to the imagination.
Maybe I didn’t feel anything during the photo shoot because he wore thick
jeans.
    His mouth descends on the side of my neck, slashing, hot and
wet.
    “Is that hard enough for you, Janice?” he hisses into my
ear.
    My knees buckle. If his body wasn’t pressing the length of
mine against the door, I’d collapse into a heap.
    “Yes…” I whisper the word since I’ve lost the ability to
speak.
    He fixes his gaze on mine until I’m pulled inside the dark
tunnels of his burning eyes. Every muscle in and around my mouth falls slack
while his moves closer. His lips feel even better than I imagined, soft and
strong at the same time. He teases me at first, nipping and tasting until I
ache all over. I taste him too, the tip of my tongue savoring the faint essence
of chocolate frosting.
    My breath freezes when he draws back. It’s as if he’s
wondering whether or not he wants any more of me. When he leans close again for
a harder, longer kiss, my entire body shudders with need. I follow every
movement with my own body as he works my mouth with unpredictable twists and turns
that leave my heart pounding in my ears. Out of control, my face surges against
his as if I’m adrift in a pool of water.
    Second base…
    The hot apex of his tongue teases and withdraws, pulling a
moan from the depths of my soul. Luckily I suppress it before it escapes my
mouth and reveals to everyone nearby what we’re doing.
    A cold wave of air hits me when he releases my wrists and
pulls back.
    “Do you feel better now?” he asks.
    Wait a minute. Didn’t he kiss me because he wanted me? Fake
passion would be worse than none at all. Because he broke the rules to do it,
he must want me.
    Before I can look away, he grabs my chin and steadies my
face. “You’re still unhappy.”
    “I’m fine,” I say through stiff lips that still tingle from
his kiss.
    Every minute I spend with him turns me into a bigger and
bigger fool. I’ve got to get away from him once and for all.
    “I can’t do more than this.” He touches his mouth to
indicate the hot kiss he gave me. “I’ve already broken the rules.”
    I cross my arms. “You can drop the act now. I’ve had about
enough of this fake fantasy stuff.”
    He tilts his hip and glances down. I can’t help looking down
too—at the abs begging to be touched, the low waistband riding his hips and the
bulge of cock I’d felt pressed against my weeping cunt just moments ago.
    “Did that feel fake to you?”
    Coughing, I clear my throat. Well, no…
    He sighs and runs a hand through the dark, glossy hair every
cell in my body longs to touch right now.
    “Maybe I haven’t made myself clear,” he says. “I want you
too.”
    When I study his face, I don’t see charm and seduction. I
see honesty and my own desire looking