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before we were finished earlier.”
    She crossed her arms. “It’s not a good idea. We need to keep our relationship professional.”
    “I didn’t say I was going to fuck you up against the wall, Savannah. I just want to dance.”
    Savannah’s body went up in flames at Cole’s words. Up against the wall? Heat flashed through her and her mind filled with the visuals.
    Be a professional. Ask him to leave.
    Emotion warred with common sense and she knew what needed to be done here. Cole needed a firm hand, someone who wasn’t going to take any of his shit. But he was bullheaded and if shepushed too hard this early, she’d lose him. She had to give a little, too.
    She walked into his arms. “One dance. Then you need to leave.”
    He grinned. “Sure.”
    She loved jazz music, and the slow, sexy saxophone eased into her bones, making her want to melt against Cole’s body. But that would be a very bad thing. Instead, she held herself rigid, refusing to get close.
    She wouldn’t make eye contact, either.
    “Peaches. Look at me.”
    She tilted her head back to meet his gaze and was lost. His eyes were like the ocean in Mexico. Staring at them mesmerized her, and his off-kilter smile made everything in her lower regions clench in anticipation.
    “Relax. It’s just a dance.”
    He was right. And maybe they did need this contact so he’d trust her and open up more.
    She released the tension in her muscles and moved in to him, letting herself feel the music, feel Cole, inching her body closer until her thighs pressed to him. When he pulled her in tighter, she couldn’t object, not when it felt so good to be held, to feel her breasts against the warmth of his body.
    And god, was he ever warm. Rock solid. She looked up at her hand, almost invisible when clasped within his much larger one.
    It was just a dance. But when his hand began to roam over her back, his fingertips teasing lightly over her bare skin, it felt like much more. Her skin prickled with sensation, her body trembled as if she’d never been touched before. She definitely wasn’t new at this game, but it sure felt like it. She needed to remember that Cole was practiced at this seduction thing, so where he was concerned she was a decided amateur. And maybe it did feel good to be held by someone so big, to feel all those hard muscles under her hands and to have him look at her like he wanted to devour her. Hemight be the epitome of her every fantasy, but she knew this was going nowhere. He was her client, and she never mixed business with pleasure. They’d already taken it as far—further—than she intended. It was time to end this.
    “Cole—”
    “You have a beautiful mouth, Savannah.”
    Her gaze snapped to his. “What?”
    “Your lips.” He rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip. “I’ve been thinking about kissing you since the first time we met.”
    “You have? Oh, that’s not good.”
    He quirked a smile. “So you’re a bad kisser?”
    “That’s not what I meant.”
    “So, you’re a good kisser?”
    “Yes. No. Yes. I don’t know. Cole…”
    He slid his hands along her throat. “What you’re saying is, you want me to find out for myself.”
    The “no” hovered. But then his mouth was on hers. All rational thought disappeared and she couldn’t remember why he shouldn’t kiss her. He kissed her gently, his lips sliding along hers in a delicate tease that made her want to inch up and beg for more.
    Her heart pounded as he held her neck between his hands. Could he feel the way her pulse raced as he moved his mouth over hers, deepening the kiss, pulling her tighter against him until her breasts were crushed against his chest? He moved a hand down her back, cupping her butt, letting her feel the ridge of his erection against her sex.
    This was everything she imagined. His tongue licking against hers, his cock, hard and rocking against her pussy while the slow wail of jazz music filled her mind with images of the two of them spread out on