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to his target. He was hungry, but what he wanted
wasn’t on the menu. T.S.’ mouth watered at the thought of finding out what was
beneath that snug dress Missy was wearing. He wanted to lick her dark skin as
he peeled away her clothing, piece by piece. Discover all her secrets.
    Was she wearing thigh-high stockings or
pantyhose? Did she favor bikini panties or thongs? She could be wearing granny
panties but he didn’t think so. Not that it mattered. It was a fallacy that men
really cared about such things. All that really mattered to a guy was that his
woman would let him take the damn things off. Men were simple and basic when it
came to things like sex. But there was something about Missy that screamed
fancy lingerie.
    What color would her nipples be? Rosy beige
or light brown? Would they be small or large?
    The pants he was wearing went to a whole
other level of uncomfortable as his cock stood at attention. He was glad the
damn jacket helped cover the telltale bulge.
    “Hell of a party.” He picked up an empty
plate and began to fill it from the various offerings.
    “It was a wonderful ceremony.” The low,
sultry sound of Missy’s voice wrapped around him, making him fantasize about
long summer nights and hot sex. Heck, he’d take a cool fall night, a cold
winter one or a wet spring evening. He wasn’t picky.
    This close, they were at eye-level. Missy
might have been a smidge taller than he was in those killer shoes of hers. He
didn’t mind at all. She’d be a perfect fit for him in the bedroom. Their bodies
would align perfectly when they hit the mattress.
    He’d always felt awkward and clumsy around
smaller women, afraid he’d hurt them with his passion. That wouldn’t be a
problem with Missy. She’d be able to handle him. Easily.
    And it was time to change his train of
thought before he really embarrassed himself.
    “They look good together.” He motioned with
his head toward Lucas and Candy who were currently dancing to the soulful music
seeping from the stereo speakers.
    “They really do,” she agreed. She broke off
a piece of brownie and popped it into her mouth. “I knew he was something
special the first time he brought Candy brownies at work. These things are
incredible.”
    T.S. watched, totally enthralled as Missy
chewed slowly, her eyes taking on a dreamy appearance before she finally swallowed.
A low moan came from deep in her throat. “Oh yeah, these are deadly.”
    His muscles tightened and he had the urge
to punch his best friend for making the damn brownies. He wanted to draw such a
sound from Missy’s lips. Not that he wanted anything permanent. But he sure as
hell wouldn’t mind getting Missy out of his system. She’d haunted his nights
and fantasies long enough.
    He frowned, not liking where his thoughts
were heading. No one had control over him. Ever. Not since he was eighteen. It
had been a woman then who’d helped orchestrate his downfall.
    No, he reminded himself. He’d done it by
being stupid enough to believe she wanted him. Lorna was the sister of his
brother’s girlfriend and he’d lusted for her as only a teenage boy could. That
was the reason he’d been in the car that fateful night. He’d been thrilled that
his brother had let him drive the beat-up, shit box of a car he’d owned.
Stupid.
    He shoved aside the memories. God, they
were so long ago but they still haunted him. He put down the plate, his hunger
suddenly gone.
    “You okay?”
    Missy’s concern was like acid in an already
festering wound. “Fine.” He could want a woman and still be in complete
control. Hadn’t he been proving that fact his entire life? It didn’t have to
mean anything. It wouldn’t mean anything.
    “Let’s dance.” He took the plate from her
hands and set it on the table. Before she could object to his highhandedness,
he added, “It would make Candy happy.”
    Missy frowned but allowed him to escort her
to the area of the floor that had been cleared for dancing. Candy and