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squeaky and breathless. It only intensified the blood rush in his head.
    “I’m working on it, but if you want me to stabilize this thing,” he bit back a groan as she wiggled again.   And if you want to keep your clothes on…  “I suggest you don’t move.”
    He shoved the box back on the shelf and gave her more breathing room, but not much. He moved back three inches and placed his hands on her waist to steady her. “Are you okay?”
    Izzy dragged in gulps of air, one hand clasped her hand at her midriff. “Yeah. I think so. I didn’t realize it was so heavy. Normally I—”
    Her ramble cut off midstream. His guess, now that she was no longer in pain, she noticed the insistent penis pressed into the small of her back. He cleared his throat and tried for light and casual, but didn’t release her. “If you wanted to get me alone, Izzy, there are less dangerous ways to do it.”
    She turned in his grasp to look at him and narrowed her eyes. “No one can be that egotistical.” She shrugged. “Besides, you asked for a print. I’m not going to turn down a potential sale.”
    He bit back a hiss as she rubbed up against him—willed his hormones under control. Too bad they didn’t listen to the command. Need crashed through him, and his cock twitched against her belly. He knew the moment she felt the movement, as her eyes flickered to where they touched, then back to his face.
    In her gaze, he recognized the dilated pupils, awareness and apprehension. “I prefer the term confident to egotistical.”
    “Spoken like a jackass cursed with too much charm.”
    His hands tightened on her waist in reflex. He knew he should release her, but he couldn’t do it. Not yet. He forced a smile on his lips, denying every instinct to rush. “Well, at least you think I have charm.”
    She blinked at him several times, shook her head. “Nothing fazes you, does it?”
    His eyes fixated on her full lips, her pretty pink tongue peeking out to moisten her lower lip. On a groan, he lowered his head, watched for a reaction. Her full breasts rubbed against his suit as she dragged in ragged breaths. Commingling their breaths, he tipped her head up to look in her eyes. “Have you ever thought about me in all these years?”
    She cleared her throat as her body leaned imperceptibly toward him. Before Izzy could answer, the woman with the bright pink hair poked her head into the storage room. “ Iz, I’ve got the supplier for the frames on the phone. There’s an emergency with your next shipment.”
    Jason watched as her gaze flicked to her assistant, then to him. “I—ah—need to take that.” She extricated herself from his grip and rushed out.
    She was lying. She’d always had that look of panic on her face when she lied. He knew a rescue when he saw one. He followed her out to join Simon and Aaron.
    He didn’t see her again before he left, but he’d managed to get her cell phone number from the wacky receptionist.
    He told himself all he wanted was to apologize to her. To explain why he’d never gone back for her. But even as he completed the thought, he knew it was a lie. He wanted a whole lot more from Izzy Connors.

Chapter Four
     
    An eerie luminescent moon hung low over the ocean as Jason slammed ball after ball over the net. He might not be able to run any balls down or serve yet, but at least he could hit some balls over the net. He needed this. Screw the fact he couldn’t take a step without pain. He could hit.
    It beat lying in bed and thinking about the state of his career. It beat thinking about how he could pull off a comeback. It beat lying in bed thinking about Izzy Connors. Of all the photographers in all the world.
    One touch of her soft chocolate skin, and he couldn’t get her out of his head. Her scent, her touch, her remembered taste. He needed his head in the game. Shit, it had been a long time since a sport magazine had wanted to do a feature on him, let alone  Sports Illustrated . He couldn’t have