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thick band of fabric to her chest as her head dipped low. “Can you really do that?”
    Distracted by the slow, excruciating exposing of skin, he absently asked, “Do what?”
    Another button opened, and she made a little squeak. “You know . . . that .” Her voice was a whisper as she hiked the dress up to keep it from falling to the floor.
    Two more buttons undone revealed the first hint of the white silk she wore under the satin. Unable to resist the lure of her, he leaned down and sucked in her sweet, feminine scent.
    He needed to get this conversation onto safe ground, but he was unable to push back the words. “Make you come?”
    “Yes,” she said, with a soft intake of breath. “Like you said.”
    Shit, he was in trouble here. His fingers played down the curve of her spine. Male satisfaction settled deep in his bones when goose bumps rose on her skin. “Yes, Maddie. I’d love nothing better than to make you come.” With another stroke along her flesh, he ignored the remaining buttons. “With my hands. My mouth.” He pressed his lips close to her neck but didn’t dare touch. “You wouldn’t have to do any work at all.”
    “I see.” A little squeak.
    A muscle jumped in his jaw. He had to stop this. With gritted teeth, he made quick work of the last remaining buttons, and then, even though it killed him, he stepped away and let her go. “You’re free.”
    She turned around slowly, still clutching the heavy fabric to her chest. Her arms shook a little. “What about you?”
    Was she trying to kill him? Test him to see if he was a candidate for sainthood? He assessed her, studying her closely. He didn’t see any coyness lurking. No artificial flirtation or feigned innocence. If anything, she looked—he cocked his head, taking in the line of her jaw, the tilt of her chin—curious. He made an impulsive decision and opted for bluntness. “There are a million things I can do to you that don’t include my cock, Maddie.”
    “Oh.” A gasp. She took an involuntary step backward, then froze in her tracks. The bodice of her dress slipped a little. “But I don’t understand.”
    “What are you confused about?” There was a razor-sharp edge in his tone. He swallowed to remove the tension choking him.
    She nibbled her bottom lip, her auburn brows drawing together. “What do you get out of it?”
    “I get to put my hands and mouth all over you. That’s what I get out of it.”
    Her expression went blank. Her lips parted, only to snap shut again.
    Her reasons for climbing out a church window were becoming clearer by the second. He should keep his mouth shut and let her work through her own thoughts, but screw it. “Not all men are selfish pricks in bed.”
    She stepped back, and the dress faltered, threatening to slip from her grasp. “This conversation is inappropriate, isn’t it?”
    “No,” he said, watching her precarious hold on the heaps of fabric. He wasn’t sure if he was praying for it to fall or stay up. He cleared his throat. “But it’s still time for you to go to bed.”
    With a sharp nod, she backed out of the room. “Thanks for helping me.”
    “Anytime, Princess.” She’d better get out of here fast, or he’d be coming after her. She turned and started to climb the stairs, and he called innocuously, “Sleep well.”
    “You too,” she said, moving more quickly, until she disappeared with a final swish of white. Fifteen seconds later, he heard the slam of a door.
    He blew out a deep breath and ran a hand over his day’s worth of stubble. This was going to be a long fucking night.

Chapter Five
    Maddie pressed two fingers to her throbbing temple and blinked against the morning light straining her eyes. Food and coffee, both of which would do wonders for her hangover, waited downstairs, but she wasn’t quite ready to face Mitch Riley yet.
    Instead, her life tugged at her. An incessant pull of guilt had her gaze drifting time and again to the old-fashioned telephone sitting