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“You don’t look like the waiting around type. I’m surprised.”
    Damn, but she was good . Mason took a breath. He had to tell her who he was, that he needed an interview. Who knew? Maybe her reputation as a reporter-eater was overblown.
    “Six o’clock’s a long way away. What do you say we get that drink now?” Mason asked.
    She stepped closer, and he stared at the play of muscles on her tanned legs. Perched on three-inch heels, her calf muscles were taut. He imagined that if he reached around her, her butt would be tight under his fingers, too.
    Clamping down on his libido, he dragged his brain off her body and back to the present. Maybe she’d give him the information, and they could continue this...whatever it was.
    And maybe Haynes hadn’t demoted him to gossip for the politician snafu.
    The elevator at his back dinged, reinforcing his doubt that Casey would save him from being drawn and quartered, much less continue this attraction if he trashed her reputation more than Nate Henderson already had.
    Highly doubtful.
    They both stepped into the elevator. “Going down?” He tried not to think how apt those words could turn out to be.
    She shook her head and pressed a button on the panel. “Actually, going up.”
    Screw it. He had a life to get back to. A job to save. That didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy a little time with her before she found out who he really was.
    Pressing the hold button, he pushed her against the wall. He bracketed her head with his hands, watching her expression carefully. If she pulled back even a little, he would force himself to the other side of the car. If she didn’t...
    Blue eyes invited him closer. He tilted his head and moved in. Her bag plopped to the floor as she reached her arms around his neck, and when he waited a beat too long, she pulled his head to hers.
    Her lips felt like silk. Nipping at the edges, he placed mini-kisses along her mouth, teasing it open. Her tongue met his, drawing it into her sweet mouth. She tasted like apples and champagne.
    He wanted to go slower. To enjoy the taste of her mouth for hours, but if this was the only kiss he’d have with her, he had to make it good. He wanted to feel her body under his hands.
    Wanted to hear her moan. Scream.
    Burying his hands in her hair, he pulled her closer until her breasts pressed against his chest. The orbs tightened until her nipples pressed through her t-shirt and into his ribs.
    God, but she felt good.
    Wrapping one hand in her long tresses, he allowed the other to roam her body. With his thumb, he massaged the pulse beating madly at the base of her throat, and he quickly replaced his thumb with his mouth.
    * * * *
    Casey moaned. The man was a master. He seemed to be touching all the right places at exactly the right moment.
    Battery-powered stimulation had nothing on Mason Drury. The next seven nights were going to be heavenly.
    When his hand journeyed from neck to breast, she arched her back to allow him better access. But it wasn’t enough.
    She couldn’t just let him touch her. She needed to touch him. His hand slipped in to the scooped neck of her t-shirt, to play with the lace of her bra, and she had enough of only being fondled.
    Trailing her hands from the back of his neck and around to his chest, she reveled in the feel of his tightening muscles. With her fingertips, she played the hard edges of his six-pack. When his breath quickened, mirroring her short gasps, she pushed her hands into his waistband.
    Breep.
    She pulled t-shirt from jeans, running her hands beneath the cool cotton to feel the hot flesh beneath. His muscles tightened even more with the skin-to-skin contact.
    Breeep. Breeep. Breeep.
    “What the hell?” Mason pulled back, and the breeze of air from his movement cooled her fevered skin. Dazed, she looked around. What was that noise?
    A flashing light on the elevator console caught her eye. The loud breep and the flashing light seemed to be in sync.
    “Shit.” He looked from