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with her.

      He lifted his head, eyebrows hammering together as he stared at her mouth and the grin she couldn’t control. “Did you plan this?”

      “No.”

      Her wager had been desperate and mad. She’d never dreamed she’d win. Or that he’d actually honor the bet.

      If she’d had any inkling, she would have stood at that roulette table, tongue-tied and as trapped by her family’s expectations as ever. Even now, if she opened the door to her rational side even a crack, she’d start to hyperventilate at the stark reality of her and Sebastian together like this.

      She waited for him to move, but nothing happened. Was he intending on staying like this all night? Not that she was complaining. Just thinking about it caused an immediate spike in her hormones. Tiny ripples of delight, aftershocks of that last incredible orgasm, tugged in her loins.

      Chaos muddled her emotions. She cleared her throat. “So, what do we do now?”

      For a long moment he stared down at her in that unfathomable way of his. Then, he seemed to arrive at some sort of decision. Tension seeped out of him. “What would you like to do?”

      Her mouth opened, but nothing came out.

      “You appear stumped.” He eyed her. “Would you like me to offer some suggestions? I am at your disposal for the night.”

      Irony rode his tone. Missy chomped on her lower lip. Was that true? Did he intend to let her have her way with him? As if she could. He could snap her like a twig. Not that he would.

      “You’re frowning.” He dusted his lips between her brows. “What’s on your mind?”

      His kiss relaxed her and increased her tension at the same time. Soothed her soul and awakened her desires.

      “I don’t have much experience with men like you,” she admitted. “I’m not sure of my options.”

      “I see.”

      Was he laughing at her? Missy surveyed his expression. Neutral. No amusement crinkled the skin around his eyes or curved his lips.

      She began again. “I mean, we’ve already done a couple things …” She ran out of words about the same time she ran out of bravado.

      “So we have.”

      “What would you suggest?”

      Grabbing her by the hips, he rolled until she sat on him. “We have lots of things we could do next.”

      Where a second earlier she’d been exhausted, being on top inspired a rush of exhilaration. “Such as?”

      His eyes burned with scarcely banked desire as he watched her. “There’s quite a list.”

      “Starting with?”

      “I could tell you.” A second later he’d rolled her beneath him once again.

      Breathless and lightheaded, she clutched at his shoulders while he dusted her chin, her eyes, her nose with his lips. The light kisses frustrated and aroused.

      “Or?” She groaned as he framed her face with his hands and continued to ply her skin with gentle sweeps of his soft lips.

      “Or.” He drew the word out, nipping her neck, making her shudder. “I could show you.”

      His offer liberated her breath. It whooshed out of her. “Perfect. I love demonstrations.”

      Sebastian rested his forearm against the shower wall and his forehead on his arm. The effort it took to stand upright spoke to the rousing night of lovemaking he and Missy had shared. Cold water poured over his shoulders and back, deflating his morning erection. Waking with an ache below the belt wasn’t unusual. The curvaceous Missy slumbering beside him was a different story.

      The bedside clock had warned him it was eight in the morning. After the night he’d had, he was a little surprised he’d regained consciousness before noon.

      To his intense dismay, he’d spooned Missy at some point during the wee hours after they’d surrendered to exhaustion. Arm wrapped around her ridiculously tiny waist, face buried in her neck, he’d aligned them head to toe.

      He’d never spooned a woman in his life.

      Hell, aside from his ex-wife, he hadn’t spent the night with more than a handful of women, and none since his divorce. He’d didn’t like being touched while he slept.

      Yet there he’d been, cuddled up against Missy as if he was afraid she’d steal away in the night. With a heavy, thick erection that poked at her backside. He’d kissed the side of her neck, his fingers gliding along her petal-soft skin. She’d stirred. Murmured. Stretched.

      He’d jerked his hands away. The night was over. His debt paid. Awakening her with slow, sweet loving would imply that he intended to keep the affair going.

      He’d been shocked by how hard it was to leave the bed. What was the matter with him? Sure, the sex had been incredible. Her enthusiastic, uninhibited responses to his lovemaking had blown his mind and unraveled his control. She’d denied him nothing. And he’d given her a night she’d never forget.

      A night he’d never forget.

      Sebastian shoved his head beneath the cold water to banish his steamy thoughts. Not being the sort of man who did things then lived to regret them later, he didn’t like the sensation churning in his gut. He shouldn’t have let himself agree to Missy’s wager. If he hadn’t been so damned certain he would win, he might have considered what would happen if he didn’t.

      What the hell had happened to his sanity? She was his assistant for heaven’s sake.

      Not anymore.

      Losing the bet last night meant he would need to split his attention between the all-important leadership summit and convincing Missy to stay.

      Everyone had a price. He just needed to figure out hers.

      He slammed his fist against the tile. The sting restored his calm. He switched from cold to hot and soaped down.

      The bed was empty when he left the bathroom to dress. His gaze slid over the rumpled covers. Images of last night’s lovemaking flashed through his head. His body’s predictable reaction infuriated him.

      Convincing Missy they could go back to being boss and employee would be impossible if he let lust rule every time he thought about her.

      Sebastian yanked a pair of boxers from the drawer and hauled them over his erection. Sliding into a shirt, he fastened the buttons and glared at his reflection, willing his body to behave as if he, and not it, was in control. At least Missy had made herself scarce. One glimpse of her sexy curves beneath the sheet and he’d have tossed his towel into the corner and his better judgment to the wind.

      He found his watch on the nightstand and fastened it around his wrist before donning his suit coat. Sebastian closed his eyes briefly. Had he really been in such a hurry with Missy that he hadn’t taken the time to do more than shove his pants to his knees? Obviously he needed to devote more time to his sex life.

      Since divorcing Chandra, he’d grown way too suspicious of the women he dated. He treated every one as if they intended to get pregnant in an attempt to compel him to marry them. He and Kaitlyn had been seeing each other for several months and hadn’t yet become intimate. So what had prompted him to throw caution to the wind with Missy?

      Sebastian left the disturbing question unanswered and strode into the living room to retrieve his cell phone. The sight of Missy, wearing nothing more than a happy smile and the shirt she’d stripped off him last night, stopped him cold.

      His shirt bared her long slender legs and tormented his imagination. With her moss-green eyes obscured by her glasses once again and her hair pulled into a ponytail, she looked like a cross between a pinup and the girl next door. What had happened to the conservative, somewhat frumpy assistant he knew and relied on?

      “I

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