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He
grabs
me
around
my
waist
and
pulls
me
up
against
him
.
“
You
are
incorrigible
,
Miss
Steele
,
”
he
murmurs
,
staring
down
into
my
eyes
as
he
weaves
his
fingers
into
my
hair
,
holding
me
firmly
in
place
.
He
kisses
me
,
hard
,
and
I
cling
on
to
his
muscular
arms
for
support
.
“
As
much
as
I
’
d
like
to
take
you
here
and
now
,
you
need
to
eat
and
so
do
I
.
I
don
’
t
want
you
passing
out
on
me
later
,
”
he
murmurs
against
my
lips
.
“
Is
that
all
you
want
me
for
—
my
body
?
”
I
whisper
.
“
That
and
your
smart
mouth
,
”
he
breathes
.
He
kisses
me
again
passionately
,
and
then
abruptly
releases
me
,
taking
my
hand
and
leading
me
to
the
kitchen
.
I
am
reeling
.
One
minute
we
’
re
joking
and
the
next
…
I
fan
my
heated
face
.
He
’
s
just
sex
on
legs
,
and
now
I
have
to
recover
my
equilibrium
and
eat
something
.
The
aria
is
still
playing
in
the
background
.
“
What
’
s
the
music
?
”
“
‘
Villa
Lobos
,
’
an
aria
from
Bachianas
Brasileiras
.
Good
,
isn
’
t
it
?
”
“
Yes
,
”
I
murmur
in
total
agreement
.
The
breakfast
bar
is
laid
for
two
.
Christian
takes
a
salad
bowl
from
the
fridge
.
“
Chicken
caesar
salad
okay
with
you
?
”
