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reached.
    His voice, as he ordered a cab, was calm and collected, unlike the look on his face, which had Macy wondering what part of her comment, the sleeping or the enemy, had switched the thermostat from sauna to freeze.
    He snapped the phone closed and returned it to the case at his waist. Then he moved toward her. She refused to back away. Instead, she lifted her chin and the stakes of this game.
    “A tactical retreat? So soon? Why, Leo, you surprise me.”
    “Sleeping with the enemy is against my code of ethics.” He ran the tip of one finger the length of her tattoo.
    A shiver reached her bare toes. “You’re a lawyer. I didn’t think you had a code of ethics.”
    “If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be leaving.”
    So he did want to sleep with her. “So you do want to sleep with me.”
    The words hung in the air as he wrapped one hand around her waist and used the pressure of the other on her backside, pulling her up and into his erection.
    Oh, he was gloriously huge, gloriously hard, andMacy could barely find her voice to say, “Is that a subpoena in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”
    The tic at Leo’s temple twitched with the grinding of his jaw. “Is everything a joke to you? Or only the things the rest of us tend to take seriously?”
    “Laugh and the world laughs with you,” Macy said, her breath coming fast, in heated bursts.
    “I’m not laughing.” He let her go. “I’m leaving.”
    “What? You’re not interested in finding out the truth about the dirty little secret I’ve never even shared with my best friend?”
    “The scavenger hunt can wait. I’ve learned enough of the truth for one evening.”
    And then he left, walking to the elevator, a scene that was becoming all too familiar and predictable. The lift came and went, taking Leo bodily away, leaving behind the picture of his backside on the balcony, of his hands spread wide on the arms of the chair.
    Of his mouth making wet and wild with her chest. Of his cocky attitude and his cocky grin and his cocky, er, okay, his cock pressed like a probe to her belly.
    Too bad she couldn’t toss the memory of the night after him down the shaft.

5
    L AUREN LAY ON HER STOMACH on the soft navy sheets covering Anton’s mattress, her fingers laced, her forehead resting in the cup of her hands, her body bare but for the comforter draped over her lower legs.
    She alternately winced and groaned, depending on which group of muscles Anton worked with his fingers, which he dug into with the heels of his palms. He’d been manipulating her body long enough that her tension should have eased.
    But how was she supposed to relax when his fingers were walking the length of her spine, reaching her tailbone and exploring lower, dipping between her legs to make her ready, only to pull away as she lifted her hips?
    She whimpered when he returned to her shoulders to begin the process again. With soft brushes of lips to skin, he eased her back from completion, working the stress from tendons and muscles as stiff and unyielding as the part of his body pressed firmly to the crevice of her bottom.
    A quiet laugh escaped as she worked her legs farther apart. She may not have intended for her mind to wander, but she couldn’t help entertaining the fleeting thought that maybe, by the end of the month, Macy would be lying this way beneath Leo Redding, his erection sliding over her bottom as he moved.
    Oh, but Lauren liked the way Anton slid over herbottom as he moved. Forward as he pressed down between her shoulder blades, back as he kneaded his way to the base of her spine. Eyes closed, she allowed a smile to touch her lips. Her limbs became jelly, then melted like butter, and she no longer knew the difference between the sheet and her skin.
    “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
    She couldn’t think clearly enough to speak. His fingers grazed her sides, teased her breasts. Her nipples puckered into the sheet; his erection probed between her legs. Deeply