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from something hard and unyielding digging into her butt. At Jared’s warning hiss, she stopped fidgeting.
    It took a moment to register. Dear God, she was an idiot. It wasn’t like she was a blushing virgin anymore. Duh. He had a hard-on and she wasn’t making things any easier for him.
    “Sorry,” she mumbled. Unable to contain her curiosity, though, she reached under and palmed his erection. Jared groaned while Pam pursed her lips. “Hmm. I know it’s only been four or five times, but I don’t remember you being this damned hard. It’s like sitting on a length of pipe.”
    Jared barked out a laugh and leaned his head on the back of the sofa. He let out a weary sigh. “What am I going to do with you, Pam?” he asked the ceiling.
    “Just sayin’,” she muttered.
    Jared’s shoulders shook a little. Finally, he lifted his head, a huge grin softening his stern features. “It’s quite normal for a man to get rock hard when a beautiful, scantily clad woman sits on his lap. Keep wiggling that gorgeous ass of yours on my cock and I’ll come in my pants.”
    Pamela stared at him. Well, that was unexpected. Jared never talked dirty. He was always the perfect Southern gentleman. Then it hit her. He never talked like that to her , but how about other women? It seemed to have come easily to him just now, and she’d bet her measly paycheck he did it all the time. A jolt of jealousy shot through her at the thought.
    Jared tucked her hair behind her ears. “Judging from the numerous emotions crossing your face, you’ve got something to say. I’m almost afraid to ask, but what’s going through that busy little brain of yours?”
    “Other women,” she blurted out. At his startled expression, she gathered her racing thoughts before speaking again. “Do you talk dirty with other woman, Jared? I need to know.”
    If she had amused him again, he did an excellent job of hiding it. “You mean did I talk dirty with other women, right? Past tense.” He sighed again. “Unless you’re trying to trip me up by using the present tense.”
    Pam snorted. “Now you’re just parsing words. You sound like one of my attorneys agonizing over semantics.”
    Jared arrowed a look at her. “ Your attorneys, huh? Interesting. But let’s get back to me. No, I do not talk dirty to other women because I do not have a sexual relationship with anyone but you. Have I talked dirty with women in the past? Yes. Before sex, after sex, and especially during sex. And I would like to do the same with you.” He rubbed her back as he said this, and Pam couldn’t stop the goose bumps that broke out on her arms under his petting.
    Jared pulled her closer. As she slid across his lap, Pam couldn’t help but notice he still had plenty of lead in his pipe. Soft lips brushed the shell of her ear, and she shivered. “Would you like that?” His warm tongue darted into her ear. In an instant, her nipples hardened. “Would you like me to talk about what I’d like to do to your hot little pussy?”
    How vulgar. That was too raw. But maybe she would let him tell her anyway.
    He slipped a hand under the hem of her dress. As Jared’s mouth descended on hers, he slid a couple of digits under the elastic of a thigh high. He caressed the flesh of her upper thigh in slow circles, and Pamela moaned as his tongue glided between her lips in lazy strokes.
    “Answer me, Pamela.” Jared moved his mouth over her jaw to trace a path down the side of her neck.
    Even through the haze of her mounting passion, Pam responded to that steely quality in his voice. “Hmm? Answer what?”
    Jared impatiently snapped the elastic at the top of her thigh high.
    “Oh! You asked if I like dirty talk about…” Her face heated. “Well, that…”
    His mouth had reached her collarbone and headed toward her cleavage. “Say it,” he said, his voice gentle but demanding. “I don’t want barriers between us anymore. No more boundaries.”
    His warm breath tickled her sensitive