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them. Not only were their lives on different routes, but nothing but embarrassment could come of a night with him.
    The thought didn’t make her stop kissing him or keep her hands from wandering down to his chest. Beneath her fingers, his heart pumped hard and fast.
    He tore away and pulled back to look into her eyes. Dark shards of lust stood in his, igniting her further.
    She hadn’t been so attracted to anyone in a long while. Or slept with anybody either.
    He ran his fingers up her spine and threaded them in her hair. When he spoke, his voice was rough. “Don’t ask me to stop, Avalee.”
    She stared at his beautiful mouth carved into his black beard. Unable to resist, she stood on tiptoe and pressed her lips to his with a murmured, “Don’t stop.”
    He stamped her mouth with his—hard. Dusky scents of man swam in her head for far too short a time before he dragged himself away, caught her arm and started towing her out of the arena. Outside, he shoved her against the wall and kissed the hell out of her again. Catcalls sounded from around them, but she knew only Dusty’s dark need on her tongue.
    It struck her that she had no idea what his final score even was.
    When he yanked free again, she was trembling with want. She grabbed him and started walking.
    “Where are you taking me, cowgirl?” Amusement rang in his deep Southern drawl.
    “Your room.”
    “You know where it’s at?”
    “No idea. I was hoping you’d stop and kiss me again before taking the lead.”
    He rumbled a laugh and then he pounced on her again. Cushioning her with his hands he pinned her to a storefront before thrusting his tongue into her mouth and his hips against hers until she was weak-kneed.
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    He couldn’t stop fucking kissing her. She was like finding a stocking-full of candy on Christmas morning. Or like pulling a prize-winning bronc.
    God, all that honey-brown hair felt as good in his hands as he’d imagined. Better. He wrapped the length around his fist and held her steady while he kissed her. She sagged in his hold, and he held her tight. Madness was seeping in. A few more minutes of this and he’d have both their jeans around their ankles and his cock balls-deep.
    Breathing hard, he tore away and gazed down into her eyes. The blue-green depths were hazy with passion. Every alarm bell in his body was ringing, alerting him that sleeping with your boss was the worst possible idea. But she’d asked him not to stop.
    Not just asked—she’d rolled against him like a cat in heat while delivering the plea with a breathless note of longing.
    He caught her hips and tugged her away from the building that seemed to be the only thing supporting her. She was boneless, chest heaving. “This way.”
    The walk to his hotel took forever. And who the hell had booked him a room on the 700 th floor anyway? Okay, so he wasn’t that high, but he was going to have her in the elevator if they didn’t reach his room with rocket speed.
    In the lobby Christmas lights shimmered. A hundred-foot silver tree was decorated with fragile crystal ornaments and revolved on an electrical base. The notes of Holly, Jolly Christmas sounded above the din of gamblers.
    “Dusty! It’s Dusty Waite! Hey, can I get your autograph?” A paper was thrust beneath his nose. Normally he was willing to stop at any given moment and scribble his name for someone else’s pleasure. But right now his own pleasure was the only thing on his brain.
    As he scrawled his name on the store receipt, he felt Avalee’s tension. If he hesitated a second, he could lose her. Take too long and she might change her mind.
    Grasping her forearm, he nodded goodbye to the fan and bee-lined for the elevators. The minute the doors shut he was at her again, tasting, nipping those pouty lips that had been driving him crazy since the moment he’d set eyes on her.
    He rocked his hips against hers. She wriggled on his cock. His balls ached with the need to blow, and his cock was