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culturally insensitive. Yeah,
that’s why you’re going to kiss her. Poor excuse or not, David was willing
to latch on to it. Anything to get closer to her, even for the briefest time.
    He took a step forward and bent his head. Reacting on
instinct, he placed a hand on her elbow. Through the wool dress her flesh
warmed his palm. The fragrant waft of designer perfume teased his senses as he
leaned into her. David couldn’t distinguish one perfume from another but he did
know Sarah’s chosen fragrance was intoxicating.
    As his cheek brushed hers, he heard the scrape of his
stubble abrading her smooth skin and cursed that he hadn’t had a chance to
shave. Sarah didn’t draw away from the roughness, instead pressing her cheek
closer. Her hand rose to lie across his chest and David’s heartbeat accelerated
in response. She must have felt it knocking fiercely against her palm because
her hand flexed, those long fingers curling against his flesh and fisting his
shirt in the process.
    This was supposed to be a perfunctory brush of cheeks but it
was fast becoming so much more and David was within inches of making a complete
fool of himself. If she leaned any closer to him she’d soon discover what
should have been a polite, businesslike gesture had given him the hard-on from
Hades. And he hadn’t even pressed his lips to her skin.
    So do it. Kiss her cheek like she’s your grandmother and
let her go as quickly as you can.
    David tilted his head, brushing his lips over her cheek. He
got a tantalizing sense of how good she’d taste if he had the freedom to sample
more of her, and he couldn’t prevent a groan from rumbling deep down in his
throat.
    Sarah answered it with a silken purr before sinking closer
to him, like a vine wilting in the sun. Her body bowed and melted, her breasts
pressing to his chest. Her nipples poked through her underwear and thick wool
dress, which only made him aware of how stiff and distended they must be. As
stiff and distended as his dick was. Almost.
    David struggled to maintain his sense of decency as the soft
crush of her body made everything inside him respond with animalistic
enthusiasm. He started to draw away but she turned her face so their lips met
before he could avoid the contact.
    She parted her lips against him, brushing her mouth from
side to side until David groaned and pulled her closer, lost. Suddenly he was
kissing her, full and robust on the mouth, tasting the champagne on her tongue
and the forbidden nature of what he was doing. All of it made his head spin and
thoughts of his uncle’s beloved vineyard spiral away like readily discarded
flotsam.
    What am I doing? He was quite possibly ruining
everything. Would Sarah Harrington do business with him after he kissed her
like this?
    Would she do business with him if he rejected her?
    The thought cooled some of David’s ardor enough that he
managed to wrench his mouth from hers. Was that what this was? Was he having
the hard word put on him here? I’ll scratch your back if you scratch my itch?
    David drew back and stared into her face. All he saw there
was dreamy desire. He couldn’t see the calculating woman it would take to make
such a cold demand. “This is wrong.”
    “Morally? Perhaps.” Sarah teased the hair at his nape with
her long fingernails as she pressed their lower bodies together. “But I know what
I want and maybe that’s all that matters right now.”
    What a tempting, tempting concept. Live for the moment,
forget about tomorrow, about right and wrong. David sucked in a harsh breath as
she moved from side to side, teasing his erection. No way had she missed it
thrusting like a stick of dynamite from his groin. “I want to be the voice of
reason here but, Sarah, I’ve never kissed anyone as beautiful as you. It’s
doing my head in.”
    She smiled. “You do know how to flatter a girl, David.
You’re very sweet.”
    Sweet, ugh. David didn’t think himself the least bit
sweet right now, not when he was