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the librarian in IA, the sexy woman he saw backstage looked damn comfortable in her new skin.
    “Want to wager, Bud?”
    The old man’s eyes lit up. “You’re on, son. I’ll bet a weekend off with pay she don’t last a week.”
    Ty reached over the bar extending his hand. “I’ll bet she makes more tips tonight than the other cocktails, and when I win, you work that weekend free of charge.”
    The men shook. An audible groan from Bud sealed his fate. Turning, Ty felt like a cartoon character as his tongue and eyeballs popped out of his head.
    Tall, sleek, and sexy. The name Kat fit her feline saunter. Instead of pantyhose, Phil wore a garter attached to black thigh-high stockings that ended in sexy black stiletto pumps. As she walked, her little skirt sashayed back and forth with the smooth sway of her hips. A tiny gemstone glittered in her belly button, catching his roaming eye. His body warmed as his eyes traveled up the smooth tautness of her stomach to her cleavage pushed together so tight he imagined the hot swell of her breasts locking around his cock.
    He licked his lips, wanting to run his tongue between the deep valley before sucking her nipples that poked against the shimmering white fabric. His eyes continued their travel north, lingering on the smooth length of her neck, to her chin, and up farther. He wanted to suck those full lips right off her face. When they turned up into a smile, his eyes locked with hers.
    Phil not only didn’t shake the eye contact, but she continued her slow sexy walk right toward him. She flicked her mane of hair over her shoulder and licked her lips.
    “Jesus, boss, I didn’t see that coming,” Bud muttered behind him.
    Ty cleared his throat. “Neither did I.”
    “How about I give you this weekend? I’m not a welcher.”
    Without breaking eye contact with Phil, Ty said, “She tricked us both. Hang on for the ride.”
    Phil stopped a few feet from him. His nostrils caught the sultry musk of her perfume. They twitched in approval.
    Phil smiled and raised a single eyebrow. Placing her hands on her hips, she struck a pose. “Is this acceptable, Mr. Masters?”
    Ty grinned. “Turn around and I’ll let you know.”
    He caught the flash of defiance in her eyes before she spun around. Without turning back around, she asked, “Well? Do I pass inspection? Does the back muster up to the front?”
    Ty’s eyes swept the smooth length of her back down to the firm ripeness of her ass. The black pleats of her skirt poked out, giving anyone who stood a few feet back a nice shot at the tightness of her upper thighs. When he failed to respond, she wiggled her ass and looked over her shoulder.
    “I don’t have all night, Mr. Masters.”
    Ty reached out to touch her shoulder, to turn her around just as she pivoted. His hand landed on her left breast. This time he didn’t flinch at the contact. At least his hand didn’t. He smiled leisurely, pressed his palm more firmly against her warmth, and stepped closer. Unhurriedly he trailed a fingertip around her straining nipple. She caught her breath and he felt the hard thud of her heart against his hand. Her big blue eyes widened, captivating him in their innocence. If she wasn’t still a virgin, he doubted she had much experience. He wanted to be the one to tap into her. Her body language screamed uptight. Her body, though, screamed to his for contact.
    He ran a finger down her waist to rest on the curve of her hip. The urge to pull her soft smooth body hard against him and torture her mouth with his lips was almost his undoing. She licked her glossy lips, the pink tip of her tongue conjuring up all kinds of sexy scenarios in his mind. Remembering where he was, he reined in his runaway desire. “If I had to pick which looked better, I’d have to call it a draw.”
    The thick rasp of his voice gave away his mood. Phil leaned into him. At the contact his cock thickened, the smooth line of her belly enticing him from his straining