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it’s finished between the two of you.” He traced a thumb over her lower lip. “I don’t share.”
    She knocked his hand aside. “I don’t give a flying flip whether you share or not, since you and I are over.”
    His eyes turned glacial. “No. We aren’t.”
    “
Let me go.
Someone might come in.”
    “Most everybody’s already left for the evening, or they’re on their way out. But you’re right, we should make sure we’re not disturbed.
    He released her and went to lock the door.
    “That’s not what I meant,” she said.
    He came back, walking toward her with an athletic grace.
    She took a couple of steps back, stopped when her hips bumped up against her desk. She gripped the edge hard with both hands.
    “Honestly, Zack, I’d think you’d be relieved. No recriminations, no messy, tearful scenes, no responsibilities. Just a night of dancing and drinking and great sex.”
    “You’re right,” he agreed. “The sex
was
great. I want some more. Don’t you?” He lowered his head, angling his face close to the curve of her neck. “Have I mentioned how fantastic you smell? Been sampling some new fragrance products?”
    “No, and stop distracting me.”
    “Is that what I’m doing?” His breath whispered against her cheek. “Distracting you?”
    “Yes, and it’s not going to work. I’ve told you I’m not interested in seeing you again. Please respect that.”
    “Who said anything about seeing each other? Maybe sex is all I want.”
    “And maybe it’s not what I want.”
    “Shall we put it to a test?”
    She lifted her hands to push him away, but before she could, he captured her mouth in a hard, blatantly sexual kiss that left her in no doubt of his wishes. Madelyn groaned, partly in protest, partly from desire, and made one last try to stop him.
    But even as her hands closed over his shoulders to shove him away, she found herself pulling him closer instead, opening her mouth wider to take more of his kiss, to seek out more of his tongue.
    What was it about him that made her want him so much? She didn’t understand this crazy attraction between them. It made absolutely no sense. Yet the pleasure was almost mind-blowing, so intense she couldn’t seem to help herself, wanting him more than she’d ever wanted any man before.
    Glad now that he had locked the door, she began undoing the buttons on his shirt, practically tearing them off in her haste to find and feel his bare skin against her own.
    Zack was busy too as he lifted her up onto her desk, shoving her skirt high as he ran his hands up the length of her thighs. Spreading her legs wide, he stepped between and fit himself against her, then reached up to open her blouse.
    He sucked her lower lip into his mouth, gave a gentle nip that made her shudder. He released her breasts from her bra, then bent his head to work his magic on them.
    She moaned and dug her fingers into his hair, urging him on.
    The telephone rang.
    The pair of them startled apart.
    Madelyn stared blankly at the phone, offering a silent prayer of thanks when her voice mail picked up. Body throbbing, she made a vague attempt to straighten her clothes.
    “Let me down,” she demanded.
    “All right, after you tell me whose apartment we’re going to. Yours or mine?”
    “Neither. We’re not doing this.”
    “We just about did it, right here on your desk. I’d be happy to continue.” He pressed himself to her again. “More than happy.”
    “Get off me.”
    “What’s wrong with you, Madelyn?”
    “What’s wrong with
you
? Do you really expect me to put out whenever you like? I won’t be just another one of your conquests.”
    He raised an eyebrow. “My conquests? You make it sound as if I’m assembling a harem.”
    This time she shoved at him in earnest, pushed him aside, and climbed down off the desk.
    “You might as well be.” She tugged her skirt into place, fastened her bra, buttoned her shirt. “Everyone knows the way you flit from woman to woman like some