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was the truth, Professor.”
    A violin concerto was the only sound for a moment, the lilting notes rising and falling. Then she changed the subject, asking him about his family, and Jake obliged, explaining that his mother was 44
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    a secretary in an insurance firm and his father a dentist. He had two siblings, both younger, and assorted grandparents in various parts of the country. Each time he tried to steer the conversation to her he was neatly fielded, so he gave up since the last thing he wanted to do was make her uncomfortable.
    Dinner was as fabulous as the tantalizing aroma promised.
    She’d made Chicken Marsala served with tiny crisp roasted potatoes, and lightly grilled asparagus. As they ate in the formal dining room, complete with an ornate antique chandelier she explained came from France, the conversation turned very naturally to the university and biology in general. He was fascinated by how her face lit with undisguised zeal over what was apparently the center of her life, and since it currently was also his main focus, it was very easy to discuss cells and gene patterns as if it were ordinary dinner fare.
    A fabulous cook, who was beautiful, passionate, and loved the same subject he did with perhaps even greater enthusiasm? He’d died and gone to heaven, he thought as he sipped his coffee after dessert.
    Or paradise maybe, if he could get her naked and back into bed.
    He couldn’t help it. As he helped her clear the dishes, his gaze strayed once again toward the swell of her full breasts against the material of her blouse. His cock had been half stiff most of the evening, even through dinner, and it was damned uncomfortable.
    Behave yourself, Quinn. Don’t fuck this up by acting like a horny teenager.
    The faint flush in her cheeks told him she noticed finally as she tucked the last plate in the dishwasher.
    With mild defensiveness, he said, “Sorry, but did you not wear a bra just to torture me? If this is a test, I think I did fairly well so far.”

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    “I hate to break it to you, but a bra isn’t all that comfortable.”
    She gave him one of her coolest Professor Johnson looks. “In my own home, I like to be comfortable.”
    “Hey, never wear one again. That’s my vote.” Since he was caught out anyway, he hungrily stared at the rounded outline beneath the thin material for a moment before looking back up into her eyes. “Maybe I’d better go. Dinner was perfect, Jana. I don’t want to screw things up now.”
    There was a pause, not awkward precisely, but certainly charged.
    “We both know I want you to stay.” She said the words quietly when she finally spoke. “But the sentiment is appreciated anyway.”
    “I want to, of course, that goes without saying.” With effort, he restrained himself from reaching for her immediately, hauling her to the closest flat surface, pulling down those sexy jeans, and burying himself in her warm, tight pussy. “But only if that’s what you want. No pressure. I’ve had a great time just being with you already.” He smiled wryly. “I can always go home and jack off.”
    She laughed, a small hiccup of sound. “That would be a terrible waste, in my opinion.”
    Elation soared through him, along with a fierce anticipation.
    Jake said thickly, “In that case, come here.”

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    The man was as good at kissing as he was good-looking, and that was saying something. Fighting a moan, Jana rubbed her breasts against his chest and clung to him, parting her lips to the pressure of his mouth. She pressed her pelvis seductively against his groin in a signal of just what she wanted.
    She had never thought she was anything but a very strong, very independent woman, capable of making intelligent choices.

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    However, when Jana had opened her front door—after rushing all afternoon preparing for dinner, including changing her clothes three times like some teenager—and had seen Jake Quinn standing there, all good