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clit and she gasped at the illicit sensation. And what a cock it was.
    Erect, thick and long.
    A slow, burning ache moved into her center and she blushed. In the middle of being more embarrassed than she’d ever been in her life, she discovered this man could turn her thermostat up to blistering in two seconds flat. Evelyn’s stomach did double flips and her adrenaline pumped. She inhaled deeply to try and get control.
    “Let me up.” Her defiance sounded weak to her own ears. “Please.”
    Conall glared down at her. “If you don’t stop wriggling, you’re going to wish you’d never met me.”
    His voice, a soft growl with husky overtones, made a shiver travel up and down her spine.
    “Believe me, I’m already there.”
    She gave a token wiggle, but he kept his body pressed to hers. Humiliation made her face furnace hot. By attacking Conall with the stapler she’d performed one of the biggest, dumbest faux pas of her life. “Let me up.”
    “Let me up?” Soft and husky, his deep voice started a traitorous and yet delicious shiver coiling deep in her stomach. “That’s all you’ve got to say after almost braining the hell out of me with a…a stapler?”
    She sniffed. “Like I could have done much damage with it.”
    “Huh. You might have stapled me to death.”
    “Well, I could have killed you if I’d hit you in the head. I learned that in self-defense class last week.”
    “Self-defense?” He snorted a laugh. “You need a better instructor. I could teach you some things—no, never mind. It would help against mere humans but—”
    “Mere humans?” She snorted a soft laugh. “What do you think this is, the X-Files ?”
    His mesmerizing eyes narrowed, and she noted his dark, obscenely long lashes.
    Nothing about this man spelled hideous in any way, shape, or form. Unless, of course, you counted his personality.
    “Could you get off me?” she asked, determined to quell the beast in him with a reasonable tone of voice.
    He released her wrists, his expression filled with mistrust. “If I do, are you going to try and kick my ass again?”
    “No.”
    13

    Denise A. Agnew
    Involuntarily her palms landed on the warm, hard strength of his wide shoulders.
    Tonight he wore a tight navy blue T-shirt that outlined the incredible muscles in his shoulders and arms. He felt stronger than any man she’d touched.
    Conall’s jeans did little to hide the feeling of cock pressing her clit in the most delicious way. Involuntarily she shivered at the luscious sensation. Her nipples beaded at the brush of his hard chest against hers.
    His gaze blazed down at her. “I’d stop doing that if I was you.”
    “Or what?”
    “Or I’m going to do something extremely unprofessional.”
    “Like you haven’t already? You kissed me. Now I call that inappropriate behavior.”
    Instead of smiling like the conniving, oversexed creature he was, Conall glowered with unnerving concentration, like a man on the hunt. His gaze devoured, so burningly sensual she could hardly get her breath. He didn’t appear one hundred percent under control, as if he could jump her any minute. Maybe she should fear him. Then again, she shouldn’t be afraid of an SIA agent. All of them went through strenuous psychological screening. Unless this guy decided to turn wacko on her for no reason, everything should be copasetic.
    Before she could savor more of his strong body on hers, he moved off her and she sat up.
    “Let me look at your foot.” He reached for her leg and brought it up onto his lap.
    Okay, so he wanted to play mysterious. If he thought he could charm his way into her good graces, he had another think coming. She didn’t succumb to charismatic, good-looking men with conceit coming out the yin-yang. Never.
    His gaze sharpened, and for a moment she thought she saw that extraordinary yellow flame in his eyes returning. “I apologize for frightening you.”
    “How—” She cut off, realizing he couldn’t read her mind, even if it