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So Tempting
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Author: Jean Brashear
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his groin.
    Gabriel growled and fastened his mouth to her nape.
    Arousal stirred, deep and low. Her nipples hardened in a rush, gooseflesh peppering her skin. A guttural moan forced its way up her throat.
    Heated, silken tongue slicked a path up her neck, fastened on her right ear lobe. Sucked gently. Nipped.
    Jace rocked against him, all but purring.
    Gabriel chuckled. Relaxed against her.
    Jace seized the advantage. Yanked down her arms, punched her elbow into his stomach, whirled. Doubled over, he couldn't straighten quite fast enough before she hooked one foot behind his right knee and wrenched his leg from beneath him.
    With a thud, he landed on the floor, instantly coiled to rise again.
    Jace dropped, straddled his belly. Laughed when air whooshed from his lungs. "Losing those cop reflexes, Counselor?" She gripped the opening of his expensive white shirt.
    "Oh no, you don't."
    Jace lifted her eyebrows, then jerked the panels apart. Buttons popped to the floor like hailstones.
    "Don't what?" she asked in her silkiest voice, eyes wide. "Can dish it out but you can't take it?"
    Faster than she could blink, she found herself on her back, a great deal of man blocking out the fading sunlight slanting into the room. Strong thighs bracketed her waist while big hands each circled a wrist. "I wasn't through."
    Jace studied the firm, muscled chest, dark curls bisected by the thin white scar from long-ago shoulder surgery. Her gaze zeroed off to the side.
    He glanced over to see what she was staring at.
    Jace bucked to topple him.
    He chuckled. "Not so fast, slick." He pressed her down. "Uncle?"
    Jace narrowed her eyes. Shook her head.
    "Tut-tut. Guess you need more...persuasion." His mouth fastened just below the right ear lobe still wet from his tongue. Then marked a tingling trail down her neck, inside her blouse and into the valley between her breasts.
    She tensed to resist him. Moaned instead.
    His fingertips drifted over her curves. Mirrored her earlier grip on his shirt.
    Jace grabbed his wrists. "Oh no, you don't."
    "Should have thought of that before you made free with mine. I just hope you're good at finding buttons."
    "Don't you dare—"
    Too late. With one clean yank, he separated the halves, the second shower of buttons on wood floors as loud as the first. "I'll buy you a new one," he muttered, lowering his head to the lace covering one breast.
    Jace drove her fingers into his hair and gasped.
    All teasing fled.
    She fumbled at his belt; opened his zipper. Plunged fingers inside his briefs and closed around him, her thumb teasing the tip.
    God. She'd had limited sexual experience before Gabriel, but he'd helped her make up for lost time. For all his sharp mind, his hard-as-nails courtroom manner, there was within this man a willingness to throw away all pretense and play with her. However she wanted, hot and dirty, slow and dreamy, any fantasy she had and several she'd never even imagined.
    The swollen head wept one perfect pearl at the tip; he pulsed in her hand. Jace shoved at his shoulder, twisted her body to get closer to his shaft while his lips slid across her belly on the way to—
    "Sis?" The front door, still open, squeaked as it was shoved wider.
    "Shit!" Gabriel kicked it closed. A yelp sounded from behind the door.
    They scrambled to fasten their clothing.
    "What the—?" Curly auburn hair came first, then a hand rubbing the man's forehead, followed by hazel eyes sparking with anger.
    "Damn it, Jimmy," Jace shouted. "What does this look like, Grand Central Station?" Chest heaving, she glared at her brother.
    Then at Gabriel for snickering.
    Jimmy Carroll's eyes widened as he studied his sister, clasping her blouse together. "Sorry, Sis." One corner of his mouth quirked. He stuck out his hand to Gabriel. "Jimmy Carroll. I'm—"
    "Jace's brother. She's told me about you." Gabriel returned the gesture. Stood, pants zipped but belt unbuckled, shirt hanging open, gaze direct and challenging. "Gabriel
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