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He turned her in his arms until they both faced the mirror on the back wall of the elevator car.
    She looked so damned right in his arms. How could she be blind to that?
    He normally kept his thoughts to himself. He didn’t like to let anyone inside his head. But in Kylie he found a kindred spirit. She’d been battered by life in a different way than he had. And he knew he could reassure her on this count.
    “When I look at you, angel, I see the most beautiful woman in the room.”
    “Yeah, right.”
    “Be quiet,” he said. “Your hair’s so thick and soft it reminds me of the finest sable. I can’t wait to bury my hands in it. To feel it against my skin.” He lifted a strand of her hair and brought it to his face. Rubbed it over his lips and nose.
    “Your eyes are deep bottomless pools that fascinate me. Sometimes everything you feel is revealed in them, but mostly, they hide your secrets. I’ll do whatever is necessary to make you reveal them to me.”
    “I don’t have any secrets. I’m just a plain ordinary girl from California.”
    “No, you’re not. Your body is the stuff dreams are made of.”
    He caressed her elegant neck, brushing her hair to the side to drop a kiss at its base. She shuddered in his arms, and he pulled her more firmly against his body. His skin felt too tight. But he’d started this and he intended to finish it.
    He cupped her breasts through the fabric of her dress. Her nipples budded against his palms and his body answered by tightening. “Your breasts are—”
    “Too small.”
    “Just right,” he said, rubbing his palms in wide circles until she shifted against him.
    He slid his hand down her stomach, lingering right above her sex. “This part is full of mystery. I want to spread you out on my bed and take my time discovering what touches you like.”
    “I’m sure I’d like all your touches.”
    “Don’t say things like that. We have lunch to get through.”
    “Then you better stop—”
    “But I’m not done yet.”
    She crossed her arms. “Please don’t look at my legs again.”
    “I’m going to. They fascinate me. I’m obsessed with thinking about their length and how they’ll feel wrapped around my hips when we’re both naked and twisting on the sheets together.”
    She trembled and lifted her eyes to meet his. “Deacon, where have you been all my life?”
    “Just a roll of the dice away,” he said with levity he was far from feeling. He radioed his office and had them tell the commissioner he was indisposed this afternoon. Kylie said nothing, but he knew she read the intent in his eyes as he put his hand in the center of her back and walked her down the long hall to the elevators that led to his private retreat.

Seven

    D eacon’s living quarters were spacious and state-of-the-art, a blending of elegance and comfort. Much like the man himself. The foyer was decorated with antiques that Kylie knew her mom would adore. The floor was Moroccan tile, and original artwork hung on the walls. He hit a button on the wall of the living room, and the window blinds opened to reveal the city of Las Vegas spread out beyond.
    There was a bar in one corner of the living room, a large pool table in the middle and two separate sitting areas, one facing the windows, the other facing a top-of-the-line entertainment center. Pool was her dad’s game and she’d learned to play at his side.
    “This is really nice,” she said inanely. She’d wanted to come with him. Wanted to make love with him. But at this moment she was nervous. Despite his reassurances in the elevator, she knew what she looked like when she was naked and laying on her back. Her boobs weren’t big enough to look like much when she was horizontal. And Deacon…well, Deacon was the kind of guy that was solid muscle. She was realistic enough to know that making love in the bright light of day was going to leave her vulnerable.
    “I hired a decorator to do it. The only thing that’s mine is the pool