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woodsy and clean. I want his arms around me, holding me close. But, instead, he pulls away and rises from the sofa.
    “We can’t do this,” he says.
    “The hell we can’t.” I jump to my feet and struggle to get close. He holds me back, his strong hands wrapped around my biceps. I won’t win in a battle of strength, but I just might win a battle of wits. I step away and he releases his grip on my arms. My hands fall to my sides and grasp the thin material of my dress. I pull it over my head and toss it on the floor. Bayne might be an uptight hardass, but he’s still just a man. And I’ve been around enough men to know how they’re hardwired. I just hope that I’m pushing the right button when it comes to my badass bodyguard.
    My stiletto heels show off the muscle tone in my legs, and the tiny black thong barely leaves anything to the imagination. I skipped a bra tonight; my breasts are generous but plenty perky. My rosy pink nipples are hard little nubs desperate for attention. His attention. I put my hands on my hips and show off my physique.
    I hate every damn minute of working out, but I still force myself to the gym at least a couple of times a week. I stretch my arms above my head as I turn around in front of him, giving him a view of my curvy ass. I’m secretly glad I recently added an extra set of lunges when I see his gaze linger there.
    Will he break? God, I hope so. He’s trying to control his breathing but I can see his chest heaving. His face is flushed and beads of sweat form on his brow. I have to stop from smiling when I see his hands clench into fists at his side. Still, he makes no move for me. Damn him and his sense of honor and propriety. He may have known me when I was a kid, but I’m damn sure not a kid anymore. Maybe I need to remind him of that. I slowly approach him again. I cup my breasts and rub my nipples against his dress shirt. I feel his warmth radiate, and I grind against him.
    I tilt my face up to his. “Don’t you see how much I need attention there?” I offer my tits to him, but he doesn’t move. I ache for his touch, but he denies me. He just stares at me with wild lust in his eyes.
    “I guess I’ll have to tend to my own needs.” I close my eyes and tease my nipples with the whisper-light touch of my fingertips. I massage the sensitive flesh before pinching and plucking at them. I can’t stop from groaning as I do so.
    “Stop it, Caroline,” he says, and there’s a hard edge to his voice.
    “Is this not how a lady’s supposed to behave, Bayne?” I remove my hands from my chest and let them drift lower. I run my hands over my torso and then knead my meaty ass. “Then I guess I’m not a lady.” I massage my upper thighs before sliding one hand between my parted thighs, rubbing my swollen pussy in lazy circles. “You can pretend you don’t want me, but I see how hard you are. I see how your cock twitches when I touch myself. And I see that little stain of precum on your pants.”
    “I have urges like everyone else,” he says. “I just don’t have to give in to them.”
    “But wouldn’t it feel nice if you did?” I rest my hands against his chest and look up into his face. “Your big cock is so hard right now. Wouldn’t it feel good if I reached down and freed it from those tight pants? I could wrap my hot little hand around it and stroke you any way you want. Or I could sink to my knees and suck you off right here.”
    His eyes are glazed with lust, and I know I’m close.
    “I mean, you’re a guy, so I know you’ve imagined me on my knees, sucking the cum out of your cock. But now it could really happen.” I reach up and kiss his neck. A moan escapes from his lips. “I’d use every inch of my lips and tongue and mouth to taste you and tease you until you empty your big sac of all that sweet cream down my throat.”
    I kiss along his jawline as I whisper more dirty entreaties.
    “I’d swallow every last drop. And beg for more.”
    I nuzzle my