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    She knelt before him. “You’re quite handsome, you know. Those clear blue eyes and dark lashes are a lethal combination.”
    â€œYou’re just trying to flatter me so you’ll get what you want, just like all the girls.”
    â€œLots of girls …”
    â€œLegions,” he bragged to annoy her.
    â€œBut none like me.” She said it with such quiet confidence that he believed her. Believed her because when she stroked his cheeks, his eyes, his lips, her touch was gentle—a tender caress.
    â€œNo, none like you,” he breathed.
    She began unbuttoning his shirt. “I can feel your warm skin through the cloth. Am I making you hot, Noel?”
    â€œAh, could you hurry up a little…” he pleaded, just keeping himself from thrusting.
    â€œOh, no. We go slow, excruciatingly slow. I plan to make you suffer to get your reward. You aren’t the only one who can play games, Mr. Hawksley.”
    â€œI think under the circumstances you should call me ‘Noel.’ ”
    â€œBut you don’t like your first name, do you, Noel?”
    â€œIt’s not a proper name.”
    â€œI love it. Noel and Hollie—it’s like we were meant to be together.” She pushed back his shirt. “Umm, smooth warm skin and rock-hard muscle. Very impressive for a businessman, Noel. Where’d you get this washboard belly?”
    â€œRock climbing. I find it’s good for the gut and relieves stress. The danger makes you focus on the moment.”
    She lowered her head and began kissing his flushed skin, starting at his flat brown nipples and working her way over the washboard stomach he was suddenly glad he had.
    He was no longer able to keep himself from thrusting ever so slightly with his hips as her sweet lips moved inexorably downward to his belt.
    He wanted like hell to bury his hands in her curly waves of light brown hair, but he knew he’d break the spell if he did. His hands remained captive beneath his head as he remained captive beneath her marauding lips.
    She lifted her head and stared into his eyes, her pupils huge. “Permission to proceed?” she inquired, her hand on his belt buckle.
    â€œAs you may have guessed, the word no has left my vocabulary. Please,” he urged.
    She laughed, a throaty laugh full of girlish delight. It made him even harder, and the effect was almost painful.
    She undid his belt buckle and pulled the belt from the loops of his trousers. Grinning down at him, she undid the button above the zipper of his fly. “There, more comfy?” she teased.
    â€œOnly slightly. If you could, ah, hurry the hell up.”
    â€œI’ve noticed you have this problem with being impatient, Mr. Hawksley. Perhaps we should—”
    â€˜â€˜Now!” he insisted.
    Her answering laugh as she began easing down the zipper of his trousers was wicked with promise.
    â€œYou’ve been holding out on me, Noel. You’ve been pretending to be a grinch, and all the while you’ve had a present for me.” Her hand closed over the smooth, satiny length of him. “A very, very impressive present.”
    â€œGlad you like it,” he choked out as she began moving her hand up and down, squeezing and relaxing her grip·
    â€œI like it so much I could kiss you!” she declared. “Right here.” She punctuated her statement with a kiss to the head of his shaft, sending a delicious shock of pleasure through him.
    And then a noise at the front door woke him.
    Noel was disoriented at first. The dream had seemed so real.
    So hot. He was still reeling from the effect. It certainly put the lie to any idea that everything between them was strictly business. He was very attracted to her, he admitted with some reluctance. And not just physically attracted. No, Hollie Winslow was reaching him on a level no one ever had.
    And then he laughed, rueful that it was probably just business with Hollie. Her