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shapely legs on the way up here?”
    Mac froze.
    Suddenly, Isabelle became aware of the sound of traffic from the nearby freeway and a television across the street blaring the sounds of a car chase. There was a siren in the opposite direction, maybe a real one. But not a sound came from Mac and Isabelle thought her chest might burst.
    Finally, Mac lowered the keys. But as she reached for them, he caught her gloved hand in midair.
    “I did get an eyeful,” he said lowly, drawing her toward him. She felt his other hand slip around her waist. “And you know I did,” he said, stepping close to her, nearly touching. “That’s why you went first. So I’ll do a little reading of my own,” he said, closing the distance between them and lowering his face to hers, “I’ll say you liked that I got an eyeful,” he said, just before their lips met.
     
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    Though Mac had watched Isabelle’s lips all day, he’d never permitted himself to think about this moment. Kissing her went against training. It flew in the face of professionalism. It probably wasn’t ethical. And Mac knew from bitter experience that romance and work had to be kept separate.
    But that was the problem–that bitter experience and the emptiness that never went away. Besides, he told himself, Isabelle wasn’t exactly work. She was…he didn’t know what she was. But right now, as he held her in his arms, he didn’t care. Isabelle was warm, incredibly vital, and exceptionally beautiful.
    As though drawn by a powerful magnet, his lips immediately melded with hers. His mouth probed her as he marveled at the lush give of her tender flesh. He gently suckled it, tasting the sweetness of her, feeling the silky glide of her lower lip along his.
    Her moist breath came more rapidly and, as he let go of her hand, the keys fell to the landing again but neither of them paid attention. Instead, he felt her hands behind his neck as his went to her tiny waist, his fingers nearly circling her. Through the thin fabric of the dress, he felt her slender waistline move, supple in his hands.
    Though at first she’d reminded him of someone else, Isabelle wasn’t like her at all. Though disappointment tugged at him, so did relief. Maybe it was finally time to move on. He wanted to, needed to, maybe more than he’d been willing to admit.
    Isabelle’s lips moved slowly, provocatively, responding to the mounting press of his. He lightly nibbled her upper lip, starting in the middle but moving steadily toward the corner that he had watched crook upward. He dwelled there for a moment but then retraced his path, his lips kneading into hers with growing urgency. Her mouth drifted with his, seeking him out, as though she didn’t want to lose contact. The motion was completely seductive and he found himself teasing her, relishing the moist glide of her lips on his, their constant movement. But as his arousal stiffened and his fingers gripped her waist, he realized it wasn’t just her who’d been tantalized.
    Quickly, he captured her lower lip in his mouth. His tongue stroked it, licking her, savoring the delicious feel and taste of her. He felt her mouth close on his upper lip and then the tentative touch of her tongue. He sucked her lower lip completely into his mouth, wet and warm, making her gasp and drag in a ragged breath. Her diaphragm pulsed against his thumbs and, before she even had a chance to finish inhaling, he released her mouth and pulled her to him. 
    “Isabelle,” he breathed, as his arms wound around her and he pressed her body to his.
     
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    As Mac’s chest pushed against hers, Isabelle realized that his suit and shirt hid a rock-hard body. She knew he looked fit, his shoulders wide and his waist narrow, but the hardness of the muscles of his chest came as a shock–almost as surprising as the sudden intensity in his lips as they captured hers. 
    This morning, if someone had asked her, Isabelle wasn’t