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wouldn’t count a bunch of bikers as his best friends. Not enough political capital in that.”
    “Maybe I’m the exception to the rule?” he teased.
    I took a deep drink of my cocktail, really liking how the rum coursed through me, along with the pleasant buzz from our talk.
    “Plus, your watch is a high-end one, good quality without being too flashy. And it’s vintage, probably a gift for your graduation from your dad or granddad.”
    “Grandfather,” he answered. He was still holding one of my hands and started running his thumb across the underside of my wrist, back and forth. Between his heated stare and his deliberate, feather-light touch, I felt I was slowly being seduced by a master, in spite of me doing all the talking.
    “Seems you see a lot, Samantha. Observing people in order to create believable characters.”
    Suddenly, everyone in the room cheered and screamed in unison. The Washington Redskins had scored their first touchdown. Kyle grimaced and before I had a chance to process his mood, he gave my hand a squeeze and started leading me to another room.
    “Where are we going?” I planted my feet, resisting his pull.
    “Come with me. It’s too noisy out here and I’m really enjoying talking to you.” Sensing my resistance, he added, “I promise I won’t bite unless you want me to.” He gave me his best player smile as he led me into Lauren’s undisturbed office. Like a fool I allowed myself to follow his pull before I realized that we were, most likely, in a space she didn’t want guests. Kyle closed the door behind us and turned toward me, our fingers still interlaced and clasped together.
    “But why go all the way back here?” Feeling the heat and need radiating off his body like magnetic waves, I already knew the answer, but I was still thrown off by his boldness. I had known him a total of a few minutes and already he was dragging me off into a dark room. And want to know the irony of it? I wanted to be there with him in the worst way. I wanted to taste his golden tan skin with my tongue and feel his smooth hands tease and taunt my body. My sex drive had been a distant memory the past seven months and now suddenly, with Kyle’s intoxicating scent, smoldering eyes and compelling conversation, I was feeling again.
    He pulled me to him and wrapped one of his arms around my waist while the other came up to cradle my face in his hand. His touch seared through me, making my skin flicker hot, awakening my body from a numb slumber.
    “You know, Samantha, I have my own way of figuring someone out. Want to know what it is?”
    I nodded dumbly, completely caught up in the moment. In him.
    He gazed at my face, and then focusing on my mouth, Kyle leaned in, opening to me as I opened to him, his tongue sliding in and warming my mouth. His lips pressed into mine, and what started out as a tentative exploration grew more frenzied and hungry. I gasped at the delicious contact, the rush of sensation sparking electricity through me. I crushed myself against his lean body, my nipples aching to feel that tongue of his tease them erect. I moaned into his mouth, the sound vibrating through both our bodies. He broke away from the kiss, our chests heaving, taking in air as if we had been submerged deep underwater.
    “Fuck, I like that, like that you’re moaning for me already.”
    He leaned in again, ready to taste and take even more. His thick and long cock pressed hard against my aching belly and my pussy contracted just at the thought of how he would feel sliding into me. Then I felt myself being propelled backward, my ass hitting the wall. He must have anticipated the effect of his action because he cradled the back of my head, his hand absorbing the impact. Instead of feeling turned on by his orchestration, however, I suddenly became overwhelmed, almost claustrophobic. This man was too smooth, too practiced in the art of seduction. There were no bumbled words or tripped-over feet. He was like a