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Joe half snorted. Keeping her close, he turned and walked them out of the room into the quieter corridor.
    “I really was doing okay.” Not that she wanted to do any better, mind. But that wasn’t the point.
    Joe shook his head. “No trying to run before you can walk.”
    “Pardon?” She bridled, but was glad to get out of the crowded, wicked-hot room.
    Joe walked her farther along and then into a doorway on the opposite side of the corridor. Abbi frowned as she took in the small room.
    “You were making it too easy for him.”
    “Too easy?” Her jaw dropped and she whirled back to face Joe, who was now leaning against the door he’d just shut. A burst of anger sizzled in her veins. “Maybe I wanted easy.”
    Fire flashed in his green eyes.
    “Maybe all I wanted was to touch first base,” she said rashly. “You can’t hit a home run without rounding first base.”
    “No?” He reached out in a swift movement, his hands descending on her waist and he tugged her toward him. “Let’s talk first base, shall we?” His eyes locked on her lips. “I don’t see first base as exciting.”
    “No?” Heart tripping, Abbi looked up at him, carefully pressing her palms on his chest and determinedly not licking her lips—no matter how dry and needy they felt. First base sounded like a great idea to her. His lips on hers? His tongue?
    “No. Here’s why I prefer basketball—”
    “You’re saying that in baseball HQ?” she interrupted, unable to restrain a small laugh.
    “I don’t mind taking risks,” he answered, his grin chasing away the intense expression of a second ago. “And the thing I like about basketball is the creativity it offers the players. I can go for the behind-the-back pass, jump over, strip, swipe, tip in… I think it’s more fun when you don’t know where the player is going to go…as opposed to boring old ‘first base.’”
    Huh. “Okay…” She could go with the creative idea. Anticipation licked through her. “So what’s your favorite move?”
    “I have several.” His hands firm on her waist, he turned her like they were dancing, swapping their positions so suddenly she was the one with her back to the door and he was right in front of her.
    Several? Of course he did.
    He let go of her and braced his hands on the door on either side of her. “I like to be unpredictable.”
    “I bet you do,” she whispered. She had no problem maintaining eye contact now. Nadia would be proud of her.
    Except it was more than the four seconds. She’d descended into stalker stare. But there was no tearing her gaze from his.
    He leaned over her, bending to bring his big body devastatingly close. “What is it you’re after here? To have sex as soon as possible, or to be so alluring you have every guy present hanging on your every word?”
    Uh, what other guys were present? There was only one guy in here. Joe. So, duh. With him? Have sex as soon as possible. There was much she could learn from him, right? And it was all about learning…
    He stared at her. “Abbi?”
    She swallowed.
    He lifted a hand and ran a featherlight finger across her lower lip. Abbi’s blood rushed, making her lips full and hot.
    His lips quirked. “You’re that hungry?”
    His fingers dropped from her mouth, landing firmly on her thigh, swiftly, easily sliding upward, inward.
    Abbi sucked in a shocked breath. “We…uh…shouldn’t…” she barely whispered.
    “Sure we should…” He pressed in closer to the door, partly turning to rest his shoulder against the wood, but keeping his body angled in toward hers enough to keep her his prisoner.
    His willing prisoner, what with his hand working its way up to where she was already wet. Stunned, she watched him, waited. Ached.
    “We’re alone,” he pointed out oh-so-not-innocently.
    And he was so close. So big. And in an instant she wanted everything.
    “You check all the venues for private places?” she asked, trying to stay coherent in spite of the