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senses, even though his movements were as utilitarian as they came.
    She was not about to be outdone. This was research, after all, not a time to sit idly by. When she finished with the buttons of his shirt, she spread her hands across his abdomen—a deliciously well-muscled abdomen at that—and rubbed them up to his chest to play with his nipples. She leaned into him, nipping his shoulders and neck. His surprised hum told her she was doing it right. Of course she was doing it right. She’d written this a dozen times and more.
    That burst of confidence fueled her. She pushed his shirt off of his shoulders and along his arms before reaching for his belt. As soon as his jeans were undone she reached in to stroke him. The surprise in his vocal response was so erotic that she answered it like a shameless hussy in badly-written erotica. She stopped stroking and ran her fingernails up his sides as he bent down to kiss her neck. Every movement was perfect. The pressure and heat of his mouth was amazing. He pushed her bra strap down over her shoulder, kissing his way from her neck to the top of her arm. It was a completely superfluous move, since he unclasped her bra and tugged it off a moment later, but it felt incredible. She vocalized her approval as his reward.
    Bra forgotten on the floor, his hand circled up to cup her breast, thumb grazing over her nipple. He was good at that too, squeezing enough to warrant a sigh on her part but not hard enough to hurt. She sought out his mouth again, in thanks, and kissed him with deep enthusiasm. He still tasted like coffee and man. No getting around that tried and true descriptor. Her fingers pressed into the flesh of his back before she trailed them down below the sagging waist of his jeans and briefs, between the cleft of his backside, finding a sensitive spot to stroke.
    He sucked in a breath, breaking their kiss and leaning back. His eyelids were heavy with desire, but he smiled as though he’d stumbled across a secret. “So this is what fills the pages of those naughty books of yours,” he said, husky and breathless.
    She matched his smile and his intensity. “And more.” It was a silly line, not the best she had ever written.
    He didn’t seem to mind. His arms were around her again and his hands exploring her overheated skin before she could think of something better. Their mouths met as if the world would explode if they were separated for too long. She pressed her body against his, loving the hard planes of his chest against her breasts and tickle of just enough hair.
    He broke away from her, blinking as though he needed to tap out for a second, chest heaving. Jo mewled in protest, not entirely an act. He responded with what could have been a moan or a laugh, then bent to pull off his shoes and shuck his pants.
    Jo took advantage of the pause to kick off her jeans and shoes and to lose her panties. The distracting sight of his full, and not inconsiderable, package wiped all other thoughts from her mind. He straightened and she reached for him, sliding her hand along his length, as he caught her arm between them in an embrace. A groan rumbled from his chest as he kissed her, encouraging her exploration by grinding against her palm.
    “Do all romance novelists know how to touch like this?” he panted against her ear, kneading her breast.
    “I wouldn’t know. I’ve never had sex with a romance novelist before.”
    She felt his smile against her lips, felt his laugh vibrate through her. It touched something within her—deeper than the thrill of the moment. He ground his hips harder, his shaft pressing against her eager hand. It worked for her. She could have played with him all day.
    “Just a second.” He broke away from her and rushed around the corner of the bed to a small table. As he opened the drawer and took out a condom, Jo helped herself to yank back the bedcovers and slide between his sheets. Feather-soft, grey cotton sheets that touched her hot skin like a