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took another long pull from the bottle, draining it. “I’ll be happy to fix that for you, Doc.”
    “I’m not broken, sir.”
    “If you say so.”
    “I do. If you’d like another beer, help yourself, they’re in the fridge.”
    “I think I will.”
    She watched him covertly from beneath lowered lashes. She loved watching him move. Long, powerful strides that he never hurried unless he was in pursuit. Of her.
    When he sauntered back into the room he smiled that knowing smile again. “You have a nice place here, Doc.”
    “Thank you.”
    As he sat down across from her, she nodded toward the loaded pizza. “I was hungry.”
    “I gathered that.”
    He pulled a large piece from the box, slid it onto a plate and handed it to her along with a napkin. “Thank you,” she mumbled while sitting perfectly still, afraid if she didn’t, the balls would roll inside her again.
    Simon smiled as he took a bite of the scrumptious smelling pizza. “Mmm, good pizza,” he said.
    Pizza was a weakness of hers and she liked knowing it was one of his, too. It was an indulgence she didn’t feel so guilty about because she ran. A lot.
    He nodded toward the paused television screen.
“9 ½ Weeks?”
    Katy shrugged and chewed her pizza.
    Simon devoured his slice and slid another one on his plate. “Your still waters run deep, Dr. Winslow.”
    Daintily sipping her drink, Katy shook her head and said, “I don’t want to talk about sex.”
    “Then let’s talk about why you keep running away from me.”
    “I’m not!” But she was.
    He nodded and raised his bottle in a silent toast to her. “Maybe you’re running away from yourself.”
    He let that hang in the air for a minute. His insight into her psyche irritated her. “I didn’t realize you had a psychology degree.”
    “I have a people degree, Kat. And my Spidey senses are telling me you’re afraid of what it is you really want because you have some crazy notion that it’s wrong or twisted and that if you act on it, it will come back and bite you in that pretty little ass of yours.”
    She choked on the piece of pizza she was chewing. He reached over to pat her on the back, but she stuck her arm out, waving him off. She swallowed the bite and washed it down with a drink of her water. Dabbing at her lips, she set her napkin down and looked pointedly at him.
    Because it always has,
she admitted only to herself. “That’s not true.”
    “All of the evidence points to my conclusion.”
    “You have no evidence.”
    Tossing her a dubious glance, he grabbed his beer, and settled back against the sofa cushions. “Where are the Ben Wa balls?
    She swallowed. “In the box.”
    He grinned. “Your hot box?”
    “No!”
    “Liar. That is evidence in and of itself. You can’t admit to your own sexual curiosity or your willingness to explore.” He smiled softly. “Out on the balcony, I had to draw you out of your shell. My dirty secret question shocked you into a spontaneous answer, but then I still had to draw you out. When you dropped your robe, Kat, I about came in my pants.” He leaned toward her. “So did you. Even from a distance I saw how it made you feel. Sexy. Wanton.” His eyes blazed. “Powerful.”
    “Shut up,” she whispered.
    “You shut up and let me finish. Drunk or not, you were so turned on by me, a stranger, that on the first night we met you came for me in less than five minutes.
Me
, a stranger, gave you your first orgasm, Kat, as well as your second. You’re a sensual woman who fears pleasure.”
    “I don’t fear it—” She was afraid of the aftermath.
    “Then what are you afraid of?”
    She set her plate down and wiped her fingers on the napkin. “Exposure.”
    “In what capacity?”
    “Of my weakness that can be used against me.”
    He straightened. “Has it been before?”
    She bit her bottom lip and turned away from him. Oh hell yes, it had, and she was paying the ultimate price for it at this very moment.
    “Is the douche bag