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closer to him. “Are you reading my mind or something?”
    Lucifer’s eyes twinkled. “Nope. Just your face. You’d make a pretty lousy poker player. Plus, Dmitri warned me you weren’t wild about people like him and Graham.” When he put it that way, it made her sound like a racist. Species-ist. Whatever. “I like Dmitri and Graham just fine. They’re great guys.” And, no, she did not sound defensive, thanks. “It’s just a little new to me. How long have you known?” She refused to contemplate the surrealism of this conversation, or the fact that she’d apparently moved a few inches across the sofa cushions. She’d heard of magnetic men, but this was ridiculous.
    “Years. I met them at a club in midtown about ten years ago. I admit it was weird at first, but you get used to it. So,” he said, shifting against the sofa cushions to bring himself a little nearer to her. “When I mentioned I was looking for someone to help me out, Misha mentioned you. Are you available?” Oh, in all sort of ways. How do you want me?
    She bit the inside of her lip until she could come up with a more reasonable—and less desperate sounding—answer. “I suppose that depends. What was it you needed help with?” He stared at her, his eyes glinting wickedly. “The same thing you do, actually.” Somehow she doubted he needed help keeping his panties from getting any damper. “Yeah, right.”
    “It’s true. I’m looking for information, and I have to figure that if you’re an investigative reporter, that’s probably what you’re looking for too. Am I wrong?”
    She raised an eyebrow and shifted closer. That had sounded suitably vague. “What kind of information?”
    “It’s a bit of a long story.”
    Corinne stifled the urge to suggest he tell her all about it while she got him naked. And was it her imagination, or had he been staring at her breasts before he gave that last answer? And, oh dear, she was close enough to touch him now, wasn’t she? “I’m not so sure how much help I’ll be if I don’t know what you want.”
    Corinne wondered if Luc could see her eyes glazing over and her tongue hanging out. What was it about this man that made her ready to strip naked, open wide and get all acrobatic with him on the strength of a ten minute acquaintance? She had never been shy about sex, but this struck her as a wee bit excessive. It was a damned good thing he’d told her he wasn’t a vampire or anything, or she’d be panicking at the thought of him knowing what was going on in her dirty little mind. He had to be able to guess, though, considering the fact that during their brief conversation she’d managed to shimmy from one end of her sofa to the other until she had practically climbed onto his lap.
    Blushing, and mortally embarrassed, she uncrossed her legs and made a move to push herself up out of her seat altogether, but he stopped her with a hand on her leg. On her thigh, actually. Her upper thigh. So Page 20

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    high that the edge of his hand brushed lightly against her shorts-covered pussy when she inhaled sharply.
    How likely would he be to press charges if she just attacked him now? He saved her from finding out.
    “Right now,” he murmured, leaning close enough that she could smell his spicy, minty breath when he spoke, “what I want is a little different from what I told Dmitri and Regina.” Corinne heard choirs of angels, but that might have just been the huge echoing relief she felt when she finally gave in and buried her fingers in his sinfully dark hair.
    “Oh, good,” she murmured, reaching her mouth up to his, “because they know too damned much about my sex life as it is.”

Chapter Five
    The first touch of her lips felt like home and tasted like brandied cream.
    Luc growled his pleasure against her mouth and scooped her up into his lap, obsessed with getting closer to her. To hell with his scruples, with