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thing. How could he take his eyes off her? At dinner how would he think about anything other than fucking Prim? He was meant to be discussing acquisitions and numbers and how Metro Media should be in business with Flixster. The V-neck of the liquid gold dress dipped between her beautiful breasts.
    Breasts that he had suckled.
    Heat rushed to his cock. He forced air to his lungs. The muscle in his jaw flinched.
    Prim turned. His eyes clung to the V of her dress for the slightest moment. Prim’s breasts were soft and sweet and round. To slip his hands up over her breasts and kiss that soft firm flesh was all he could think about.
    “Oh!” Prim said. Her hand clutched her chest. “You startled me. I didn’t expect … I didn’t—” She stopped when her eyes met his gaze. Her tongue chased out over those thick, wonderfully full lips.
    This, this heat, this want, must be so obvious on his face, and it stilled her too. She felt it. Her breathing shortened. He took one step closer, tempting himself with her nearness and trying to determine the boundary of what seemed to be his boundless desire for Prim.
    “Shall we go?” she whispered.
    They should most definitely go before he acted on the desire that pulsed through him, the need to press his lips to her neck and wrap his arm around her waist and press her to him, her sex fitting close to his. Her breath was short and her pulse fluttered in her neck. A flush spread across her chest. The urge to push her backward through the door and kiss her senseless and feel those thighs wrap around him nearly overwhelmed him.
    “Tristan?”
    The desire in Prim’s voice heated him. He locked his gaze on her eyes. “Definitely,” he said. “We should definitely go.”
    She brushed by him with the faintest whisper of a touch, and he forced his hands to remain at his sides. He wanted to reach out and grasp her. Pull her beautiful body to his. So much restraint was required. Months of restraint. The scent of Prim trailed behind her and he inhaled. He pulled open her car door and waited for her to fold her luscious body into his car. The legs with the indecent heels went last. He watched those legs, then pushed shut the car door. Tonight would require even more concentration than Tristan had anticipated.
     
    *
     
    Tristan sat across from Roger Macon and watched Macon’s eyes roam Prim’s décolletage for the thousandth time. Tristan’s hand, which rested on his thigh beneath the table, fisted. If he hadn’t wanted the deal with Flixster, he might’ve stood up and jabbed Macon in the nose. He might jab Macon in the nose regardless of his desire to close this deal. Macon had raked his eyes over Prim the entire night. Even now, Macon clasped his hand over Prim’s as he told her about some triathlon in which he’d participated.
    Prim slid her hand from Macon’s grasp and pressed her napkin to her lips.
    “Tristan, how did you ever convince this beautiful lady to stay on at Metro Media?” Roger asked. “I tried to woo her away when I heard that Ryan was selling to you.”
    “I heard you started your attempt to woo Prim away from Metro Media way before I approached Ryan to buy the company.”
    “You’re right,” Roger said and pressed his hand to Prim’s bare shoulder, and the urge to break all five of Roger’s fingers rushed through Tristan. “I did offer Prim a job a number of times, but she declined each one.”
    “Prim is very loyal to her coworkers.”
    The pulse in Prim’s neck flickered. Her tongue darted out between her lips. Tristan moved his gaze from Prim’s eyes to Roger’s hand on Prim’s bare flesh. The hand slipped away. The silence was uncomfortable. Was the heat that brewed between him and Prim palpable? If Roger couldn’t sense the chemistry, then he was a bigger dolt than Tristan thought.
    The server stopped by the table and interrupted the silence. Tristan gave him his card for the check, and moments later they walked out into the cool night