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leaving his.
    “Go out with me,” he said, preventing her from pulling away.
    She eyed him, and he wondered what she was looking for in his face, and if she found it.
    “Maybe.”
    Nori laughed. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman played hard to get with him. He liked it. A lot. “What will it take to get a firm yes from you?”
    She shrugged, resting those luscious breasts against his chest as she trailed a finger over his lips. He opened them and sucked. She laughed. “You’re kinda pushy, aren’t you, Mr. Ineffable?”
    “You’re trying to keep distance between us,” he scowled at the nickname.
    She chuckled softly, and he wanted to bite her for real this time.
    “Am I?”
    He nodded. “Say my name.”
    She just smiled that Madonna smile, and turned to go as Tommy called out for her again.
    He caught her arm. “Say Nori,” he insisted, hissing when she suddenly moved in close again. God, those luscious tits; she was skating on thin ice.
    “I think you might be a little bit of a perv, Mr. Ineffable. Maybe you like to boss women around? Play scenes, tie women up in swings and all that type shit?”
    His heart sped up. Did she like those things? It skipped a beat when she said, “Don’t get me wrong. I don’t mind a little kink. But there’s one thing you should know about me before this goes any further.”
    Nori was so turned on he had to swallow hard before he could manage a word. “What?”
    She leaned in and he shuddered when her lips touched his ear. “I cannot stand when people try to tell me what to do. I most certainly do not perform on cue. And I never, ever, do anything, unless I want to.” Then she bit him. Hard.
    He jerked away, and stood staring after her like a lovesick suitor, wondering how on earth he was going to last until he got her in his arms.

Chapter three
    That night at home, highball glass in hand, he looked out over the city and considered his next move. It had to be soon. He was so horny he could barely function. He’d barely done three hours’ worth of work today, him, an unabashed workaholic.
    He believed work was good for you, providing you played as hard as you worked. But play was all he thought about lately. He couldn’t get Margot out of his head. Worse, he had no idea what to do about it.
    Ordinarily he’d send flowers, a huge bouquet with a cleverly worded card. “Thinking of you endlessly” usually worked quickly.
    If that didn’t work he’d invite a woman to the store, have her pick something out. He’d go with and be attentive, perhaps loiter outside the changing room if she was interested in clothing rather than the jewelry case. Women liked that even more than flowers. It never failed to get him what he wanted. But he had a feeling if he suggested that with Margot she’d laugh in his face and dismiss him completely. He couldn’t take the risk.
    God, why couldn’t he think straight? And now he’d touched her. That one stellar, extremely thorough kiss was rolling back and forth in his thoughts on a loop. He felt like a woman, endlessly mooning about one moment, turning it over and over in his head like it held the keys to the bloody universe. It was a wonder he was still on his feet and not in a ball of fucking goo on the floor.
    But God in heaven, she was like a walking, talking, banquet of sex. Lips like fruit, long legs the perfect entrée to loose himself in, round heavy tits likely sweeter than any dessert he might want, skin like the smoothest wine and just as potent. As soon as she gave him a chance he planned to lay her down and fucking gorge himself.
    He needed to see her. Tomorrow. Mentally he ran over his day. There were two early morning meetings on his calendar, then he had to visit the Chicago manager of Ineffable. Profits were down slightly, for no good reason that he could see, and it needed to stop. It was their fucking headquarters for God’s sake. What the hell was the broad thinking? Maybe he’d swing by Tommy’s first.