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Kat sighed. “Bree, you’re the best friend ever. But this change has been good for me. I like who I’ve become over the past year, and I don’t want to go back to being less discerning.”

“Oh please. You’ve always liked who you were, and so has everyone else. Please tell me what you need from me, because my incredibly sexy husband is waiting for me in the bedroom. We finally got Christian to sleep, and now Mama wants to play.” Bree had worked so hard, and given up so much, to raise Layla. Knowing she now had a baby boy, too, and a husband who adored her, delighted Kat—and made her long for the same.

“I wanted you to talk me out of it,” Kat admitted.

“Okay. Don’t do it. He’s wrong for you. He’s a player. He’s…Wait. I don’t even know him.”

“Bree!”

“Okay, okay. Don’t do it. He probably has a disease, or he’s a freak, or he?—”

Kat laughed. “Stop. It’s not working. I still want him.”

“You’re impossible.” Bree giggled, and Kat heard the low murmur of Hugh’s voice. Jealousy slithered through her. Talk about luck. Hugh looked like Patrick Dempsey and practicallydefinedromance. Kat used to make fun of the twelve-year abstinence plan Bree had sworn to for the sake of her daughter. After all, how many women in their midtwenties gave up sex and dating? But it had paid off for her threefold. She was so in love with her husband that it had driven Kat to reevaluate her own lifestyle and choices. Being more discerning with men hadn’t brought her Mr. Right yet, but that didn’t mean she was giving up.

Kat ended the call with Bree and took another look in the mirror. Inhaling a deep breath, she was still unsure of what she was going to do. Who knew how long it would be before she caught a flight, and she already had a nice little buzz going. Maybe she should just enjoy the chase and not satisfy the throbbing ache between her legs.

She shoved her phone back in her purse on the way out of the ladies’ room, stopping cold at the sight of the tall, dark, and infinitely sensual man stepping into her personal space and squashing any hesitations she might have had.

THE HALLWAY WAS dark,Kat was hot, and although Eric hadn’t been looking to get laid tonight, that had changed the minute he’d first spotted Kat across the bar. Something in the tilt of her head, the way her honey-blond hair fell in front ofher eyes, reminded him of a girl whom he’d tucked away in his memory long ago but hadn’t ever been able to forget. A bright light in his otherwise dark past. He’d been unable to look away, riveted by the haunting familiarity and her striking beauty. And now, as he stepped in closer, settling his hands on her supple curves, he saw that up close she was even more riveting.

There was no denying the heated look in her eyes she was desperately trying to ignore, or the heat pulsing between them as he tightened his grip on her hips and breathed in her feminine scent.

“What…?” She narrowed her gorgeous blue eyes, and it was there, in her eyes, where he felt himself getting lost.

“Notwhat, darlin’.” He pulled her against him, pressing his hard length against her hips, as he did what he’d been aching to do since he’d sat down beside her. He slid a hand to the nape of her neck. Her skin was just as smooth as he’d imagined. Her reaction, a quick inhalation, the pulse point in her neck vibrating, was exactly what he’d counted on. “Where.”

He gauged her reaction carefully, not wanting to scare her off. Judging by the sensual vibes radiating from her, he knew that would be hard to do. Her lips parted as he lowered his mouth to hers, hovering a breath away.

“Tell me no, and I’ll walk way.” He searched her eyes, and as a sweet sigh of surrender left her lips, he nearly took his cue and slanted his lips over hers. But Eric had too much at stake to go into this blindly. Consent went a long way in keeping his wallet away from money-hungry vultures. Most women didn’t follow the Capital Series Grand Prix races, but those who did would see him with dollar signs in their eyes. “Words, darlin’. Give me the okay, or send me away.”

Her brows pulled together as her hand slid between his legs and cupped his balls. “Clear enough?”

Their mouths crashed together, tongues tangling for control as she stroked him through his pants, and he backed her up against the wall with athud. Fuck. He didn’t mean to be so rough, but there was no calming the beast within. Holy fuck, it’d been a while since he’d kissed such a luscious, forgiving mouth. He could only imagine what it would feel like around his cock. Acutely aware of their less-than-private surroundings, he kicked open the men’s room door and tugged her inside. They slammed against the door, kissing and pawing, as he hiked up her dress, needing more of her, and shoved his hand inside her lace panties. She was hot and so damn wet he couldn’t stifle a groan as he dipped his fingers into her heat and settled his teeth on her neck.

She palmed his cock, rubbing him through his pants as he stroked over her swollen clit. A stream of sexy sounds sailed from her lips, and he sealed his mouth over hers again. Her hand fell away, and he gripped her wrist and held it above her head.

“Come for me, darlin’. Come on my hand, then my mouth, then my cock.”

Their mouths came together again in a hot mess of a kiss, filled with greed. She strained against the hand that held her wrist as she gave in to her release, crying out into his mouth as her body pulsed around his fingers. He brought her down slowly, running his tongue over the swell of her lower lip, loving the flush of her skin, her breathlessness, the way her body went soft against him as he dropped to his knees, pushed her panties aside, and buried his tongue in her velvety heat.

She spread her legs wider and fisted her hands in his hair. “Yes. So good. Harder. Oh, yes…”

She tasted sweet and hot and so damn good. He took her clit between his teeth, flicking it with his tongue and earning another cry of pleasure as a second climax gripped her. He stayed on his knees, gripping her hips, laving her swollen sex,until the last shudder of pleasure rolled through her. Then he was on his feet, taking her in another punishing kiss as he blindly fished a condom from his wallet, tore his pants down, and sheathed himself. His hands clutched her hips as her eyes came open.

“I don’t usually do this,” she claimed.

He searched her eyes, and somewhere behind the lust he saw the honesty in her words, and that chipped away at the ice around his heart.

“That either makes me a hell of a lucky guy, or a dick for corrupting you.”

Her lips curved into a smile as she slipped out of her panties and tucked them into his jacket pocket. “Let’s go with lucky. If your performance sucks, then we’ll go with the latter.” She dragged her tongue over his lower lip, then sank her teeth into it.

He tasted blood, which sent heat searing straight to his groin. Who was this potently feminine woman with an undercurrent of devilish vixen who played him as well as he played her? He’d never been so turned on in his life. He tucked his hand beneath her knee and hiked it up to his hip.

“What I wouldn’t give for an hour alone with you in a bedroom. Buckle up, darlin’, because you’re in for a wild ride.”

He drove into her in one hard thrust, causing them both to gasp a breath. Then their hands and bodies took over. She grasped his biceps as he pounded into her and claimed her luscious mouth in another mind-numbing kiss. Gripping her ass, he lifted her from her feet. Her legs wound naturally around him, squeezing him so tightly, it brought him to the brink of release.