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Oh
my
.
My
whole
body
tightens
at
the
thought
.
Piano
.
Wow
.
“
I
want
to
get
something
straight
,
”
I
whisper
as
my
pulse
starts
to
accelerate
,
and
my
inner
goddess
closes
her
eyes
,
reveling
in
the
feel
of
his
lips
on
me
.
He
pauses
momentarily
before
continuing
his
sensual
assault
.
“
Always
so
eager
for
information
,
Miss
Steele
.
What
needs
straightening
out
?
”
he
breathes
against
my
skin
at
the
base
of
my
neck
,
continuing
his
soft
gentle
kisses
.
“
Us
,
”
I
whisper
as
I
close
my
eyes
.
“
Hmm
.
What
about
us
?
”
He
pauses
his
trail
of
kisses
along
my
shoulder
.
“
The
contract
.
”
He
lifts
his
head
to
gaze
down
at
me
,
a
hint
of
amusement
in
his
eyes
,
and
sighs
.
He
strokes
his
fingertips
down
my
cheek
.
“
Well
,
I
think
the
contract
is
moot
,
don
’
t
you
?
”
His
voice
is
low
and
husky
,
his
eyes
soft
.
“
Moot
?
”
