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decide to pierce your…”
    She laughed when he hesitated. “My clit? I’m not really sure. I’d broken up with my boyfriend shortly before Jilly died, and we’d had a less than satisfactory relationship, so when Wilhelm told me that piercing a woman’s clitoral hood was supposed to enhance sexual pleasure, I…” She shrugged and glanced away. “I guess I was on a roll.”
    Jake’s gaze flicked to the soft folds of her gown covering the top of her thighs and his mouth went so dry it was hard to swallow. He’d been so intent on the tattoo, he’d forgotten to look at that one when he’d had the chance. Finally he managed to ask her, “Well? Does it?”
    â€œI don’t know.” Her laughter was soft, sort of embarrassed. “The only ones who’ve even seen it are my roomies and Wilhelm, and no, I’m not having sex with any of them.”
    He chuckled, but his mind spun with her words. She’d had them done over a year ago, and she hadn’t had sex? From her sexy look, the way she moved and walked, the voice that promised so much more, he’d thought …
    Obviously, he’d thought wrong.
    He was constantly revising his original opinion of her, and there was no doubt in Jake’s mind—each revision made her even more fascinating. More desirable. He raised his head and gazed at her for a long moment. She was just so fucking sexy, yet the sweet, almost vulnerable look in her eyes was the thing that made it hard for him to breathe. “I’d like to at least see it,” he said. His voice was so gravelly he cleared his throat. “There are some pieces designed for more intimate use, though I’m not really sure how we could photograph them in a way that would be acceptable for advertising.”
    It wasn’t easy, keeping a straight face, talking about viewing the ring in her clit as if it were a business-related question. Not when he was on his knees, his hands resting on her firm thighs. Practically salivating with the need to use his lips and tongue, even his teeth on her.
    She laughed out loud this time. “Well, I’m not really sure about advertising my clit, for what it’s worth.”
    She was killing him here, and she didn’t have a clue. “It could be worth quite a lot,” he said, “but I don’t know if they’re quite ready to push the ad campaign in that direction.” Then he laughed. “Screw the job, Kaz. I’d really like to see. Will you show me? Just for me.”
    â€œAh. I should have known.” She raised an eyebrow and gave him a look he wasn’t quite sure how to read, but then she tugged the soft folds of her gown aside and tossed the garment on the bed.
    He really hadn’t thought he could get any harder. Obviously, he’d been wrong. He carefully adjusted his jeans as Kaz slowly parted her legs. The small silver hoop glistened at the top of her sex. She must’ve waxed recently, and her legs and pubic mound were smooth as satin. Color bloomed across her torso, and from the catch in her breathing, he was almost certain it was arousal and not modesty that had her skin so perfectly flushed.
    He couldn’t have kept his hands to himself if his life depended on it.
    For a moment he thought that, just maybe, it did.
    He reached out, tentatively, with the small finger on his right hand and slipped the very tip into the loop. Kaz gasped a soft, almost wondering, sound. It didn’t stop him.
    He would have known. When she parted her slim legs just a bit more, there couldn’t have been a more obvious invitation.
    He glanced up. Kaz was focused on his fingers. He tugged lightly on the silver hoop again, and ran the pad of his thumb between her labia, watching her face, not his hand. She was hot and slippery, moisture spilling at his touch.
    She raised her head, focused on him, and the eye contact was a visceral wrenching of his soul.