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male. He had taken off his tie and unbuttoned the top button on his shirt, exposing a bit of chest. His shirtsleeves, too, had been unbuttoned and were rolled up to reveal the muscles of his forearms.
    Kara couldn’t remember noticing a man’s forearms before.
    Holly was right.
    Senator Sheridan was hot.
    Reece knew he should be going. He had to finish editing the last of his five bills for the session, as it was slated to be heard in committee next week. He also needed to read through the bills he would be expected to vote on next week. And there were always phone calls and e-mails from constituents to return. But he found he couldn’t budge.
    Kara McMillan was nothing like he’d expected. The black-and-white photograph that ran every week with her opinion column showed a rather stern woman, hair pulled back, staring gravely into the camera. But the real Kara McMillan was much softer, more colorful, and much more feminine than her photo revealed.
    He could tell she was tipsy by the color in her cheeks, a pink glow against her otherwise creamy skin. Her features were delicate, almost elfin. Her eyes were an unusual shade of green, dark with flecks of gold. Her hair was almost black and fell, thick and shining, to her waist. She was almost a foot shorter than he and willowy, with delicate curves in the right places. She looked more like a ballet dancer than a tough reporter.
    Kara had a reputation for being ruthless. When she called, people worried. Last year she had lost a city department head his job after discovering he was writing thousands of dollars in checks to a nonexistent contractor who turned out to be his mistress. Reece had been impressed.
    Then she had called him.
    He’d been taken aback by her voice—soft and sexy. He hadanswered her questions—surprisingly insightful questions—and found himself wondering if her reputation wasn’t more the result of her determination and her success. As he knew too well, nothing pissed people off like success—and a refusal to break the rules.
    Kara turned to her friend. “Holly, I’d like to introduce Senator Reece Sheridan.”
    “Please, just call me Reece.” He reached out a hand to the pretty blonde who sat across the table from Kara.
    She shook his hand. “Holly Bradshaw.”
    “Don’t let me interrupt your conversation. You were just talking about—”
    “Oral sex,” Kara supplied, apparently unembarrassed. “So tell me the truth, Senator, how do men really feel about going down on women?”
    “She’s had three,” Holly mouthed, pointing toward Kara and holding up three fingers.
    But Reece had figured that out for himself. “It’s Reece, and I can’t speak for all men, but I—”
    Kara shook her head. “How like a politician to dodge the question!”
    Reece tried not to laugh. “If you’d let me finish my answer . . .”
    “Let the man talk.” Holly shot Kara a stern look.
    More pink crept into Kara’s cheeks. “Oh. Sorry.”
    “I can’t speak for all men, but I enjoy it just fine—provided the woman gets into it. Not all women are comfortable enough with their bodies to enjoy it, you know.”
    Kara looked puzzled by this and stared at . . . his mouth. “Do you like to kiss women?”
    “Yes. But not as much as I like to go down on them.”
    Kara’s gaze met his. He saw her pupils dilate and heard her little intake of breath. Her reaction, unguarded and sensual, intrigued him, and he found himself wondering if she was anywhere near as fiery in bed as she was in print.
    A voice in his head reminded him he was treading on dangerous ground. Kara McMillan was a journalist. Therewas nothing to stop her from printing every word he said, nothing to stop her from taking her embarrassment out on him once her hangover had passed. He had a feeling she wasn’t used to drinking and that, while she might be adept at asking tough questions, those questions probably never involved anyone’s views on oral sex.
    But in short order, she’d