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kissed a tingly path from her ear to her collarbone.
    He gently pulled her arms from his neck, pushing them down then forcing them behind her back. He used one fist as a handcuff, holding them together. With the other one, he supported the back of her neck.
    Oh … she was going to need a whole lot more support than that, very soon. Goosebumps tickled the skin of her neck and back, her chest and stomach. Her bones were melting, her muscles twitching.
    She could hardly believe this was happening. Kyler Pierce, the guy all the women in the office lusted after but no one got — including Nikki the office babe — was nibbling her neck right now. Hers!
    So much for the theory that he was gay.
    For the first time today, she was actually kind of glad she’d been blackmailed by Matt Becker. Look where it had led her. Into the arms of an absolute hunk. Gorgeous. Successful. Sexy .
     
    “Time for bed,” Kyler mumbled, tearing his lips from Elena’s neck. Damn, but if he didn’t put some distance between the sweet-tasting little lady and his hot self right now , he’d do something he’d seriously regret.
    Business first. He had to deal with the Becker thing before he let himself explore the sizzling chemistry between them. It was only fair.
    He jerked her against him one last time. Dammit, she fit against him so perfectly.
    She looked bewildered when he finally released her. “Uh, okay.” She caught the back of the stool, steadied herself.
    He licked his lower lip, tasting her. Raked his fingers through his hair. His balls were heavy and tight, like lead. Her hair was mussed, her cheeks flushed, lips swollen, and he could still see those two beautiful, hard nipples poking through the fabric of her top. A woman ripe and ready for a good, long fuck.
    But not tonight.
    Wondering if a guy could die from blue balls, he downed the rest of his wine and led her up the stairs to the guest bedroom. After making sure she had everything she’d need for the night, he left, heading straight for the shower.
    It was a poor substitute, but he’d have to settle for his hand and a bar of soap t o relieve the pressure. But someday—maybe — he’d have the real thing. With the first woman who’d intrigued him in a long, long time.
    * * * * *
    Elena didn’t sleep. It wasn’t because she was physically uncomfortable. How could she be in this bed? The mattress was like a freaking cloud, it was so soft. And the bedroom was absolutely beautiful.
    But the constant stream of thoughts running through her mind just wouldn’t stop. She lay there all night, trying to figure out what Kyler was thinking, how she’d keep her job, why he’d stopped kissing her when it was so obvious she’d wanted things to go much, much farther.
    She could taste him on her lips for hours afterward, smell his skin on her fingers. She’d always thought he was an attractive man. But now that she’d been this close, now that he’d looked at her like that — like he wanted her so bad it hurt — she found him absolutely irresistible.
    It was hard to remember that he might end up causing her to lose her job and the insurance she so desperately needed. She didn’t want to think about that right now. Not when she felt such an overwhelming connection with him. It was at least ten times more powerful than any she’d felt for a guy before.
    Their timing just plain sucked.
    Then again, she wondered, would she have ever realized how she felt about Kyler — or how he felt about her — if Matt hadn’t shoved them both into this corner?
    By sunrise, she was exhausted and ten times more confused than she’d been the night before. She ached to tell Kyler everything, including what Matt was holding over her head, and why she was so desperate to hold onto her job. But there were some secrets she simply couldn’t tell anyone, especially people from work.
    Only Ashley knew, and that was because they’d been friends for so long.
    She showered and donned the fluffy white robe