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I blew out a slow, steadying breath.“Why?What’s in it for you?”

He shrugged nonchalantly.“I enjoy watching you work.”

“You also enjoy me taking your dick in my mouth.It doesn’t mean I’m going to dothatevery day.”

“Says who?”he asked with a grin, repeating his earlier words.

My pulse rate escalated, my words coming out husky.“Says me.”

“There was a time youwantedto do exactly that every single day.”

“When I didn’t know any better.”

“Or maybe youdidknow better back then.”

I blew some hair off my face.“Have you always had this ability to twist words around to your favor?”

He shrugged.“I heard it’s a gift.”

“So you don’tjustspecialize in murder and mayhem?”

He curled a hand around the back of my head, his touch warm.“You’ve got it all so wrong,” he said throatily.“I specialize in foreplay and fucking.”

I managed to snort even as my entire, traitorous body quivered in response.

His thumb stroked the back of my skull and it took everything I had not to push into his hold and purr like a contented cat.Rembrandt could take some lessons from me at this rate!

“If it’s proof you need,” he added, “I’m happy to provide it.I’ll have you know I'm a man of many talents.”

“I’m fine, thank you,” I said, wrenching my head from his intoxicating hold.I wasnotgoing to fall for him a second time!

He smirked a little, his eyes glinting.“You don’t sound impressed.Perhaps I should woo you with my cooking and feed you instead.”

“I wouldn’t think about the intimate feast he’d already provided as I nodded my head like a puppet and stepped back.“Good, I’m starving.”

Chapter Fifteen