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reality on a silver platter.
    Her knees were weak, her breath faint. How could one simple kiss do so many different things to her? Okay, it wasn’t such a simple kiss. It was more like an implosion. His mouth caused her insides to topple and collapse in on themselves.
    He tugged her close against his body, bringing her in startling contact with his rock-hard erection. One of his hands slipped underneath the hem of her leather coat to caress her behind.
    Oh, my!
    Everything she was feeling was so new, so exciting, so unbelievable, and precisely like one of her fantasies.
    Quinn pulled his mouth from hers at last, his breath coming in jerky gasps. Her lips felt swollen and wet, her body both tight and liquid at the same time. He rubbed his cheek against hers, setting her on fire. She quivered and he pressed his lips to her ear.
    “Woman,” he whispered hoarsely, “I’m so turned on by you.”
    In that moment she experienced a unique and exhilarating power. She, cool, poised Kay Freemont, had made this mountain of a man lose control. She wanted more from him, and that was all there was to it.
    What would your parents think? What about Lloyd? the nagging voice that made her do all the right things for all the wrong reasons piped up.
    To hell with her parents. To hell with Lloyd. She’d been the dutiful daughter for twenty-seven years, and where had it gotten her?
    An orgasmless career woman practically engaged to a man who did not even love her.
    Marshaling her courage, Kay took Quinn’s chin in her palm and looked him square in the eye. She’d never done anything like what she was about to do, and therein lay the thrill of it. She knew he would be a kind and gentle lover and maybe, just maybe, he would be the one to turn the key of her womanhood and lead her to new levels of physical joy.
    His smoky-gray eyes met hers with a sheen of raw desire, and he did not look away. He didn’t even blink. He stared into her eyes as if he could peer right into the depths of her soul.
    “Yes?” he growled. This talent he had for anticipating her thoughts was downright spooky.
    “Would you like to go back to my place?” she asked breathlessly.
    Quinn couldn’t believe his ears. “What? What did you say?”
    She cleared her throat. “My place. You. Me. Now.”
    He shook his head, unable to comprehend his good fortune. “Are you sure?”
    “No. I’m not sure of anything, except that for once in my well-ordered, well-behaved life I need to do something irresponsible and unpredictable and capricious. So let’s go before I change my mind.”
    She grabbed his hand and started pulling him toward the elevators.
    “Whoa, wait a minute.” He dug in his heels and she couldn’t budge him. “I don’t want to be your biggest regret.”
    “Well, you should have thought of that before you kissed me.”
    “A kiss is one thing, Kay. Sex is something else entirely.”
    “That’s what I’m counting on.” Her voice was husky, her eyes heavy-lidded.
    He shook his head again. What was the matter with him? This was his fantasy. So why was he putting on the brakes? Was he out of his ever-loving mind?
    “Please.”
    Ah, this was killing him.
    “You’re a beautiful woman, and I want to make love to you so badly I can taste it. But I don’t break up couples. And you’re practically engaged.”
    “No. In fact, I was thinking I might break up with him.”
    “You don’t love the guy?”
    “I thought I did once. Or what passed for love. But lately I’ve come to understand that I don’t even know what love is,” she said. “My parents like Lloyd. They think we’re great together. They’re the ones pushing for this marriage.”
    “You let your parents tell you who to date?”
    She took a deep breath, waved a dismissive hand. “Let’s not talk about them. Let’s not talk at all.” She angled him a coy glance that almost brought him to his knees.
    She looked so damned appealing standing there with the wind whipping his mackinaw