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this.”
    “I’m not marrying Warren.” I huff an incredulous breath. “God—you sound just like my dad.” Warren’s father and Dad are golf buddies who have not so secretly been working out the finer details of our prenuptials while they walk the green all day. They own a law firm together, Westfield and McCarthy. They’ve been fostering a budding bromance ever since law school, and now they’re ready to take the next logical step in their relationship by marrying their children off to one another. The scary thing is, Warren would probably go along with it because a wife is just another thing you acquire on your way to prison for orchestrating a Ponzi scheme. But I’m not going along with this prearranged marriage of inconvenience. Not now, not ever.
    A devilish grin takes over as I swim over to him and boldly wrap my arms around his neck.
    My bare chest brushes over his, and I die a little as an electrical current travels from his skin to mine. A heated breath gets locked in my throat as I try to stave off a groan. My heart thumps in my ears, my vocal cords go into lockdown.
    Dear God. I’m holding Ace Waterman in the nude—his naked everything just inches away from mine, while the lower half of my body roars out an invitation for him to come inside.
    “Whoa.” His chest rattles a dull laugh, but his eyes grow serious, his dimples wink in and out like a warning. “You sure you want to do this?” His warm breath rakes over my cheeks as his chest pumps with an adrenaline all its own.
    Ace and I are straddling the platonic line that’s carefully kept us on the opposite side of the sexual divide, and tonight, our feet, every square inch of our bare flesh, is ready to cross it.
    Ace doesn’t move, which begs the question maybe he wants this, too. Maybe he’s not repulsed by the sight of me. Maybe he does think of me as something more than his sister’s friend—a girlfriend, someone to wrinkle the sheets with. And, at the moment, I’m feeling every bit the contender.
    “Hell, yes, I want to do this,” it comes from me breathy. “The only thing I’ll regret in the morning is if I don’t.”
    A laugh rumbles deep in his chest, but he doesn’t let it cross his vocal cords. “Well, if you feel that strongly,” he says it low, seductive. His dimples quiver with the trace of a smile. Ace pulls me in by the small of my back and caresses my curves as his hands glide up my body, warming me, electrifying me to heaven and back in the process. “But, for the record, it’s going to be me kissing you .” He presses out a slow-spreading smile before his expression melts to something all too serious. “Get ready, Reese, because I’m about to blow every kiss you’ve ever shared with that banana republican right out of the fucking water.”
    My insides pinch with heat. Every ounce of my being shakes because Ace Waterman just threatened me with an expletive in the most erotic way. Hot damn. His mouth is coming for mine, and now all of my dreams, my fantasies, are about to come to fruition.
    Ace pulls me in gently by the cheeks and lands his mouth over mine. His lips brush over me, softer than air, far softer than I would have ever pegged them to be. My legs circle around his as I give an involuntary moan. He secures me by the back of the neck and glides his tongue over mine, sending a quiver between my thighs until it creates its own beautiful spasm. The entire night sky breaks out in a hallelujah choir because Ace Waterman is loving me with his mouth in ways that I had truthfully never expected.
    I cinch my legs up around his waist, tight as a coil, landing the most intimate part of me against his heated skin. Here I am, spread wide and vulnerable as a series of climactic seizures rocket off in my sweet spot, straight up to my belly. I’m not sure this is the response Ace wanted—me dry humping him, having a string of orgasms right off his body while his mouth explodes in mine like a series of shooting