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inside her…
    Her gaze shifted from his swelling cock to his face, her breath coming fast, her mouth open in invitation.
    Dax shook his head once, as if mentally shifting gears. “Ah…the reason I’m here.” He swallowed and took a couple breaths. “You said I might have talent?”
    As she pushed back the desire that threatened to make her do something foolish, one last chill raced through her, raising goosebumps on her skin and pebbling her nipples. “I did, Dax.” Talking business would keep her from slipping onto his lap and kissing those sensual lips of his. “I started out as a talent agent. Left home for New Orleans right out of high school with my boyfriend, who wanted to become a musician.”
    “You’re not from New Orleans?” His gaze dropped to her breasts, then flicked quickly back to her eyes.
    The touch of his gaze on her nipples tightened them even more, sending pulses of desire down to her core. “I’m Cajun, from a parish northwest of the Big Easy.” She barely saw her family anymore, but sent them money as often as she could, and flew her niece out to meet her whenever schedules allowed.
    She blinked away her homesickness. “I acted as his manager, booking gigs, inviting agents to see his show.” She crinkled her brows. “Unfortunately, he had very little talent, and agents turned him down every time. He decided to pull out and try Nashville, but one of the local agencies liked my hustle and offered me an entry-level position.”
    “Uh huh.” He lifted one booted foot onto the opposite knee. “I can see where this is going.”
    Marilou liked to see him relaxing. “Yep. Boyfriend went north, I stayed, working my ass off until I became a talent agent.” She leaned forward, placing her hand on his knee. The heat of awareness flared inside her. “So yes, I know you have what it takes.”
    He sat so still, she started to slide her palm off his leg. Grasping her hand, he held it on his knee, tracing his thumb back and forth across her knuckles. “Thank you for telling me that, Marilou.” His blue eyes turned darker as he stared at her. “And I don’t want to sound like an idiot, but I really admire you.” He watched her for a few seconds. “And I appreciate that you want to do this for me.”
    Admire. Appreciate . Great, that sounded like she’d become a priceless antique to be kept up on a shelf.
    “But I like you, too.” Dax held her hand tighter. “And if it won’t get me kicked off the bus, I need to tell you how attracted I am to you.”
    A shudder of heat contracted low in her belly. “Now, that’s what I was hoping to hear.”
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    Dax couldn’t believe he’d just blurted out something so goofy. He’d seen the look in her eyes, the hard prominence of her nipples, and the way her breath came fast when he gave in to the temptation and looked her over as he would a hot, sexy woman, not just his new mentor.
    She wanted him too, and it shoved so much blood down into his cock, he didn’t figure he’d be able to form another sentence for a while.
    Rising to her feet, she let go of his hand and glanced briefly at the driver. “Let’s finish this in the bedroom.” Marilou grabbed her purse and Dax picked up her other bags. She wandered back to her room and flipped the light switch, turning on the lamps on the tables next to each of the beds.
    Dax followed, closing the door behind them and setting her bags down. He forced down the nerves that had kept him jittery since he’d first met her. Was he about to kiss Marilou Roselle, country star? Would a kiss lead to more? On his right, a sitting area with two recliners and a table between them faced a wall-mounted TV. To the left, the nice-sized bathroom with a shower gleamed in the subdued light. The beds sat at the back of the bus and he wanted nothing more than to pick her up in his arms and lay her down on one of them.
    Turning toward him, she gestured between the two of them. “I don’t want this to have anything to do