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tongue and taste her sweet femininity. To have her climb over him, impale herself on his hard cock, and ride him feverishly until her juices poured down his shaft.
    Mitch gritted his teeth and shifted uncomfortably in his chair, deciding it was well past time to call it a night and answer the ache in his groin.
    The shrill of their special phone pulled him from his musings and helped marshal his thoughts. “I got it.” Welcoming the distraction, he jumped to his feet and pushed away from the card table. Without haste, he made his way across the room.
    Fuck. Maybe tonight he’d take the call. Although it had been a long time since he’d participated in the Hot Line, perhaps a soft bed and an even softer woman would help take the edge off and get his mind off Sara.
    When he glanced at the caller ID, his heart raced, his blood pressure soared. Jesus H. Christ. Everything in him reacted to the name displayed in the small glass window. Tension rose in him as his cock urged him to answer the phone, along with the sexual demands of his body.
    What the fuck was he supposed to do now?
    Despite his rock-hard cock screaming at him to pick up that phone and give Sara exactly what she wanted, he took a measured step back, but not far enough that he still couldn’t reach it. If he wanted to. But he didn’t want to. Okay, he wanted to, but he wasn’t going to.
    He was not going to pick it up.
    No way.
    No how.
    Walk away, Mitch. Just walk away.
    Before he could stop himself, his fingers closed over the receiver and squeezed until his knuckles turned white.
    Just then Dean poked his head around the corner. Grinning like the crazy, intuitive son of a bitch he was, he asked, “You want me to get that?”
    “I got it,” Mitch growled and ripped the phone from the cradle. He pressed it to his ear and said gruffly, “Hello.”
    Sara’s soft, sexy voice sounded on the other end. “Mitch?”
    “Yeah?”
    Forgoing pleasantries and getting right to the point, she said, “My kitty stopped purring. I think it needs to be resuscitated.”
    Sweet Mother of God! Mitch slapped his hand to his forehead and drew a steadying breath, working overtime to tamp down his roaring libido. He failed.
    Lust ripped through him like a raging forest fire, making him tremble with pent-up need. He growled low in his throat, unable to tame the primal animal rising up inside him, crumbling his resolve to keep his distance. Despite knowing better, he had every intention of breathing life back into her kitty, over and over again, using every means possible, if he had to.
    If she expected anything less, she’d called the wrong guy on the wrong night.

TWO
    H eart racing in a mad cadence, Sara snapped her cell phone closed and dropped it onto the kitchen table. She swallowed, loving how Mitch reacted to her naughty, suggestive words.
    She wasn’t normally so sexually aggressive, but the second she’d heard Mitch’s voice on the other end of the line, the inner vixen in her had stirred to life, demanding she play out her fantasies to the fullest.
    As her gaze darted to the front door, a quick flash of nervousness stole through her, because she’d never indulged in a wild affair before. Nor had she ever slipped between the sheets with a rugged, untamed guy like Mitch.
    It was utterly scandalous.
    And so damn exciting!
    The vanilla sex she’d had in the past had left her wondering if she’d ever reach an earth-shattering orgasm. Something told her that not only would Mitch bring her to the moon and back—he’d rock her world and alter it forever.
    Sara tiptoed through Cassie and Nick’s cozy bungalow in the suburbs, taking care not to wake Nick, Cassie, or her friends, Jenna and Megan. She noted that Cassie’s place wasn’t all that different from the homes in Trenton. But here on the outskirts of Chicago, she was fortunate enough to have big-city living at her fingertips—a city where Sara could get lots of hot-topic ideas for Entice magazine, no doubt.