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loser, Dominic. You never
had a chance.” Abby patted his jean-clad knee in mock sympathy and
snatched her hand back in response to the jolt of attraction she
felt from that brief touch. If she'd been hoping that he'd be less
appealing in casual clothing, she couldn't have been more wrong.
His dark blue cotton t-shirt revealed his natural athletic build
and flat stomach.
    He grabbed her hand and placed it back on his
thigh, holding it neatly captive beneath his much larger one. “Why
do I get the feeling that you cheated?”
    She let out a shaky breath. Remembering her
original altruistic reasons for the day’s outing was proving
difficult when all she could think about was her body's reaction to
their one point of contact. Her stomach quivered with an
anticipation she was beginning to associate with any proximity to
Dominic. “You're a businessman. Are you above using a natural
advantage to win?”
    He slid her hand up his thigh an inch, his
breath quickening along with her own. “When it comes to winning,
there isn't much I wouldn't do.” He leaned toward her, close enough
for a kiss, but stopped before their lips met as if he were
debating something with himself.
    She said, “You sound like you're warning
me.”
    He released her hand and with very little
effort, turned to lift her so she was facing him, straddling him,
on the seat. “You made your choice an hour ago. I just don't want
you to imagine this is more than it is.” He held her still with one
hand on either hip. “Or that changing your mind is an option.”
    She sat back, tossing her hair over her
shoulder. “So many threats. Haven't you ever heard of the honey and
vinegar adage?”
    “That's never been my maxim. Not then, not
now. You're here only because I threatened your sister's
livelihood.” His right hand caressed upwards until his thumb rested
just below the swell of her breast.
    Abby almost laughed, but gazing down at him,
she realized he was serious. She put a reassuring hand on one of
his well-muscled shoulders. “Do I look like a woman who was
blackmailed into being with you today?”
    His gray eyes darkened to near black as an
inner storm raged. “No, but you do look like the kind of woman who
should run from a man like me.”
    There was such pain in his expression, she
leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead rather than his
lips. She whispered, “I’m not worried.”
    With both hands on her sides, he leaned her
back so he could see her expression. “You should be.” He shifted
her hips forward so she could feel his excitement throb through
their denim.
    Unusually brazen, Abby rubbed herself against
him, reveling in the way his thighs tightened and his hands moved
to halt her hips, as if he feared his reaction if she continued.
She said, “Maybe you should be, too.”
    He put a hand behind her neck and pulled her
in for a kiss. Abby tasted him hungrily. Everyone deserved one
night so good the memory of it would elicit a secret smile decades
later. She just hoped her surprise destination didn’t break the
mood.
    “Why are you smiling?” he demanded between
kisses.
    Abby rested her head on his shoulder, trying
to regain some self-control. “I’m wondering how you are going to
like where we are going.”
    He slid a thumb beneath the lace edge of her
bra. “Oh, I like it.”
    “That’s not what I meant,” Abby said and
playfully pushed his hand away. “Stop. I can’t think when you do
that.” The markers on the side of the road warned that they were
not far from their destination. An hour ago, she’d been confident
in her choice. Now she could barely think from wanting him and the
whole idea seemed silly.
    Dominic’s chest rumbled with a pleased
chuckle, his hands beginning to wander again. “And that’s a
problem?”
    “No. Yes.” Abby shook her head and caught his
hands in hers. “I didn’t pick the kind of place you’re
imagining.”
    He pulled her close again, his breath hot on
her neck as he said, “I