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in her eyes as she glanced at the opulent entrance
foyer. “My place. That nightcap, remember?”
    “I’m not sleeping with you.”
    “You made that clear. But a drink doesn’t require you in my bed, at
least not yet. At least not until our business is concluded.”
    He thought she might dig her heels in, refuse to get out of the car. But
she gave only the merest hesitation when he moved around the vehicle and opened
the door for her.
    Reed thought it best to keep his distance. He didn’t trust himself not
to touch her again, not until he’d kept his end of the bargain and they’d
gotten business out of the way. They’d sleep together. He knew that for a fact.
But he was never one to renege on a business agreement.
    He could wait. It wouldn’t kill him to wait. A man did what he had to
do.
    Playing the perfect gentleman, he ushered her into his apartment and
took the jacket she reluctantly disposed of.
    “Nice place.” She wandered around the large living area with its view of
the sea through floor to ceiling windows. “Gorgeous view.”
    Since he was currently looking at her ass, he found it impossible to
disagree. “What can I get you?”
    She didn’t turn, but kept looking out at the view. “Coffee would be
good. Cream, no sugar.”
    “Coming up.”
    After hanging both their jackets on the hall stand, he made his way
through to the kitchen. He put coffee on to brew then set out delicately
striped bone china cups that were part of a set his mother had bought him for a
housewarming gift when he’d moved in two years before. Women appreciate nice
things his mother had told him when he’d eyed them warily. Since then, he’d had
many an occasion to appreciate her wise words.
    He rested his hands on the counter edge and leaned forward as he watched
the coffee percolate. Shit. What was it about Lissa that stirred him up like it
did? His fingers still tingled in the aftermath of cupping those fabulous
breasts, of brushing her hard nipples through that lace. He’d wanted to rip the
damn bra away and feast his mouth on her.
    One brush of his fingertip against her hot slit—he’d managed one measly
brush before she’d stopped play—and he’d wanted to drive his fingers, his cock
into all that burning heat.
    Fuck it to hell and back. He wanted her stretched out for his pleasure,
screaming his name as he thrust into her over and over.
    The gurgle from the coffee maker seemed to heighten his heated
deliberations, and his hard-on throbbed in response. It was his own damn fault,
he thought as he poured coffee. Only a fool would work himself up into a sexual
frenzy when there was no way to get relief. Since she’d vetoed sex, there was
no damn way he’d get to satisfy his prurient desires other than a hand job in
the shower after she’d left.
    When he took their coffees into the living area, she was sitting on the
sofa perusing the development brochure. Her straight back, ladylike posture,
and the large notebook on her lap indicated her intention that they keep the
conversation strictly on business. In fact, she couldn’t have made it clearer
if she’d yelled it from the rooftop.
    “Thanks.” As he set her drink down on the side table next to her, she
pointed to the sketch plan of the development on the oval glass-topped coffee
table. “Which part is yours?”
    Deliberately, although he might curse himself for a fool for doing so,
he sat next to her on the sofa. Why the hell was he intent on torturing
himself?
    Her scent wafted to him and he felt a responding awareness shiver along
his flesh. “Casino and night club right here,” he said in a tone like gravel as
he pointed to the plans and his cock continued to throb. “Cinema and restaurant
here.”
    “I didn’t realize it was going to be quite so big.”
    Neither did he, but then he wasn’t referring to the development. He had
to swallow. “Biggest one in the south.” And still, he wasn’t talking about the
development, although that would indeed