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her ribs, teasing the undersideof her breasts, cupping her and massaging her engorged nipples.
    “You certainly aren’t predictable, Gina.”
    Her lips quirked. “I would rather not be remembered as being boring. When you think about me down the road, I want you to smile.”
    “Ah, you’re not going to be like Cinderella and leave the ball too soon, are you?”
    “Cinderella? I’m no one’s lackey.”
    “Of course not. Didn’t mean it that way.”
    “What did you mean?”
    “The prince was so in the dark about who she really was. To him, she was mystery and intrigue. So much so, he had to find her and make her his.”
    She looked away, hearing way too much meaning in his voice, the slant of his mouth, the banked need in his eyes. She didn’t know what her eyes would give away at that moment, but she didn’t dare risk it. So she went for flirtation, dropping further into her Gina persona to hide the feelings that Callie harbored for this man—a man she was planning on destroying.
    “Awww, does the prince need a plaything for just a little bit longer?”
    “Mmm-hmm, and he has a glass slipper he wants to try on for size.”
    She breathed a mental sigh of relief when he moved with her into this lighter, teasing banter. It allowed her distance—and distance with this man was the only thing that was going to save her from falling under his very seductive spell.
    “From this vantage point, I think it might be just amite too big. Maybe it’ll fit the ugly stepsister.” It took all her willpower to lie on his hot, muscled body and chitchat with him as if the volatile energy between them wasn’t jolting every atom and air particle in the room.
    His laugh was deep and genuine as it vibrated through her torso.
    “No, I think this slipper was custom-made for you.” She felt his stomach muscles ridge like sculpted granite as he bowed toward her and latched on to her nipple, giving it a nip. She groaned softly.
    Then he suckled her once more, his mouth warm, wet and skilled. Her hips moved in restless thrusts against his pulsing groin.
    She slid down his body, slow and gradual, alternately tasting him with her tongue and kissing his smooth chest, down his rigidly defined abdomen and across all his taut, honey-toned skin to his groin. “I’ll have to check out this glass slipper for myself,” she breathed, and he moaned.
    But there was nothing transparent or fragile about him or his…slipper.
    Jammer was a big man, broad through the shoulders, thick through the chest. He looked like he belonged in a bar, in the role of bouncer, or in the ring as a larger-than-life wrestler.
    And the man was more well endowed than Callie had ever seen. He knew how to fill a woman up.
    “What are you doing down there?”
    She chuckled. “Admiration comes to mind. Hey, aren’t you supposed to be charming?”
    “Are you kidding? With you keeping me on erotic tenterhooks, how am I—”
    She chose that moment to take him fully and deeply into her mouth, and his words were cut off in a sensual gasp.
    He was hot and pulsing in her mouth as she curled her fingers around the base of his cock and sucked.
    “You’re killing me, woman.”
    She licked and sucked her way to the head of his erection, and Jammer moved his hips restlessly. She looked up at him, to find his eyes riveted on her, filled with a pleasure that transcended the word. And…something more. Something that Callie didn’t want to see and was sure Jammer hadn’t wanted to reveal as his eyes shuttered and he closed them.
    A woman’s power over a man in this situation was absolute. She should exploit it, but the reluctance to use him in any way was so firmly ingrained, she couldn’t do it. She knew he worked for a ruthless gunrunner, one who had wreaked havoc on more than one agent from more than one agency, but Jammer was different from the Ghost. He had integrity.
    He’d saved Allie’s life and he’d also had a hand in rescuing her brother Max’s new love, DEA