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She had to be careful. One misstep, one bit of misplaced trust, and she'd be the one paying the price. Not them.
    She heard the standard-issue clinic bed creak beneath Connor's weight and she closed her eyes, trying not to imagine him draped across it naked.
    As though even her mind conspired against her, that's exactly what she pictured. Connor's body glistening in the pale overhead neon light that bathed the tiny room in its sterile glow. Except when it touched him, the harsh light wouldn't look nearly as jarring. It would make his gold-tinted skin shine and play over the curls on his chest, and through the dusting that led down the narrow trail of hair to his beautiful groin.
    And when it touched his cock, it would highlight the throbbing length of the shaft. The light itself would guide her, sliding like a tiny spotlight from his soft sac to the tip of his silky rod.
    Fuck . She was losing it. Fast. And she still had so much work to do. So much intimate, up-close-and-personal work.
    Her tongue swept out to lick her suddenly dry lips. She had to get herself under control sooner or later, and there was no time like the present. She was stronger than this. She'd tested dozens of men over the years, and none of them had such a keen and overwhelming effect on her.
    But it wasn't just Connor. The memory of Trevor's heated, sultry gaze stirred raw desire in her veins. Need licked up her thighs. Electric pleasure cramped in her cunt.
    She wanted them both. Badly.
    Focus, Isy. Focus.
    She took a deep breath, held it. One problem at a time. One man at a time.
    And despite his considerable attributes, Connor was still a man. Just a man . She could handle him. She could handle herself around him.
    Pasting a smile onto her face that felt as forced as the one she'd tried to summon for Trevor, she spun around, clutching every remaining strand of courage to her like an invisible lifeline.
    When her gaze landed on Connor, Isy's mind reeled. Shock slammed into her belly and caused her pussy to spasm.
    He was naked. And she was screwed.
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CHAPTER 4
    Isy knew her mouth hung open, but she couldn't bring herself to close it.
    Connor was a woman's wet dream. Worse, his desire was evident in every sexy inch of his body.
    She couldn't keep herself from drinking him in. Broad shoulders gave way to a sculpted chest, a toned, chiseled stomach, narrow hips, powerful thighs. He leaned against the powder-blue wall, legs splayed open in a confident pose. Her gaze fell on his cock, where it lingered on the thick, perfectly formed shaft. Rock hard, his beautiful rod lay against his stomach, the tip glistening wetly with undeniable arousal.
    For her.
    Damn . Was it possible she'd been wrong about his intentions?
    How could a man like Connor, who looked like a Greek god torn from the pages of a panty-wetting myth, be aroused by her? She was sixteen years his senior. A little too thick around the middle, sporting a few too many wrinkles around her eyes.
    And then there was her potential to rob Connor of his precious seed if she let him fuck her senseless, which, absurdly, was what she wanted more than she'd ever wanted anything in her life.
    He smirked as if he could read her doubts and had already dismissed every one of them. The delectable curve of his lips dared her to demand he cover up.
    "Well, isn't this an interesting turn of events?” He held her gaze, forcing her to stare into his distractingly handsome face. “I distinctly remember saying you were going to get naked for me."
    She blushed all the way to the tips of her ears. Heat engulfed her, sweeping in torrid waves from her cunt to her breasts and everywhere in between. Connor looked at her as though he wanted to devour her, and God, she wanted to let him.
    "This is still a clinic, Mr. Flynn. There are rules to be followed. If you'll pay no attention to the letter of the law, then perhaps morals and ethics will mean more to you."
    There. That was better. By falling