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But the warmth of his touch, his unyielding hold was like a brand she felt all the way to her toes. “A-and what if you get something wrong?”
    “ Then I have to strip too.”
    “ What happens when the game is over?”
    “ There are several possibilities and only a few certainties.”
    Annie licked her lips. “ Which are?”
    “ Do you want the certainties or the possibilities?”
    “ Both.” She was surprised she could keep up a conversation and a pretty solid train of thought in their present positions of being pressed against one another. He was hard inside his pants and it took all her self-control not to push into his erection.
    “ All right. Well, the possibilities are total nudity, and fucking.” He said it so casually, so easily he could have been telling her what he’d had for lunch, but as he talked, he’d lifted his free hand to caress her face, to trace the lines of her jaw. He was also walking them backward, into the light of the office and out of the shadows. His eyes, when she got a good look at them were dark and heavy-lidded. If she’d thought he was gorgeous before… Dear heavens, he was devastating now.
    “ And the certainties?”
    How could things have turned so quickly? She ’d come in thinking they’d talk for a bit, clear the air of whatever he felt was wrong. Now though, she couldn’t think beyond wanting to get to the fucking he’d mentioned. The wall behind him looked like a good place to start. Or, maybe on his desk in the corner of the office with her legs draped over his shoulders. Any position would work. She wouldn’t be picky.
    “ Partially naked and you getting inked by me.”
    “ Why do you want to ink me?”
    “ Because of the pain, the pleasure, the addiction. Because of the love, the eroticism of being tattooed. I want to remind you of what it’s like to feel all of that, all at one time. I want you wearing my ink.”
    “ I haven’t forgotten,” she whispered, dropping her head against him. “At least not all the way.”
    “ No? When was the last time you gave yourself over to someone, to something that consumed you?” He didn’t wait for an answer, he simply kept talking. “I want you,” he said, matching her whisper. “This is good, this feeling of you in my arms, your softness against me. I wanted you before you came home, but it’s overwhelming now, and to see you looking lost and unsure sometimes… Trust me to show you. Trust me to show you how to laugh, how to have fun, let go, and trust yourself again.”
    “ Kiss me, Brax.”
    But she took the choice out of his hands. She lifted her head, turned toward his face, and captured his lips. His tongue s lipped in and tangled with hers, quickly taking over. Annie gave into it, gave into him, and savored the taste and feel of Brax’s mouth.
    She clung to him when he slowly pulled away. The lick of his tongue against her lips tempted her to nip at him. He grin ned when she followed her desire and teased her by returning the nips.
    “ I can give as good as I get. I can also give as much as you think you can take.”
    Annie smiled. “ I understand.”
    “ Good.”
    “ Okay,” she said, easing out his hold. It was almost painful and her body temperature dropped instantly. “Since you claim to know me, you start.”
    Brax settled himself on the corner of Joe ’s desk and planted his feet flat on the floor. “Let’s ease you into this. How about coffee? You take it light to medium roast now, even flavored. You used to drink dark roast, the darker the better. You still prefer it, only you’re stuck in your more recent habits of falling in line.”
    “ Oh come on. I don’t see how that’s relevant. Tastes change.”
    “ Not your taste in coffee. Maybe other people’s tastes in it change, but not you. You turned up your nose at anything but dark roast. Wouldn’t touch it. Remember that one year in college? Joe brought you a new coffee pot and enough high octane coffee to keep the entire dorm