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completely forgotten she had the damn thing on.
            “Oh yes, well that.” There was no point in being coy about the lingerie at least. Even if she had brought him here under false pretenses. “My research shows that men are not particularly finicky about the female when blatant sexuality is displayed.”
            “And you thought you needed that?” He sounded completely baffled. Misha could not recall Theo being this dense. Maybe it was the lingerie. Must’ve thrown him for a loop.
            “Of course I needed it,” she patiently explained as if he were one of her freshman students instead of a professor of psychology and sociology. “I asked you here to engage in an act in which you needed to be aroused. These things tend to make men aroused. Are you not aroused?”
            Shit. If he wasn’t she was going to have to do it manually. No worries, she’d read up on it and was quite eager to engage in some of the activities she had often dreamed about doing with Theo. If he would allow it, of course. Maybe he needed to relax first? A drink seemed to get people to lower inhibitions. It even allowed some to pretend they were with the person of their choice rather than the person at hand.
            “I will get you a drink.” Misha bounded off the bed and attempted to go fetch the wine she had purchased just in case, only Theo moved directly in front of her, halting her progress.
            “Not aroused? Are you serious?”
            Misha’s face fell. Theo was upset. He didn't want this. It had all been a horrible mistake. She had no one to blame but herself, really. Had she been honest, it would have at least given him the opportunity to let her down easy. As it was, she felt as if there were a pit in her stomach. She felt sick, humiliated.
            “This was a mistake.” Turning so he wouldn't see the hurt on her face, she moved toward the dresser that held her sweats. The drive to cover herself from head to toe was suddenly paramount. “You can leave. In fact I insist on it. Honestly, this wasn’t—”
     
            Theo hadn’t meant to grab Misha and force his kiss on her. Really the only thing that had been on his mind was getting her to shut up. He was going to come clean; he had decided that when he parked in her driveway. The very last thing he expected was Misha coming to the door in that— that—
            Oh God, he couldn’t stop! Once his lips descended on hers, his long-held need to taste her overrode all else. He engulfed her, forcing his tongue into her mouth and devouring until her body melted pliantly against his own. And he didn't stop then. He had wanted this, needed this for far too long. The woman had to realize what she was doing to him. This was the perfect time. Maneuvering them both back to the bed was far easier than he’d hoped. Picking her up and placing her where he wanted her was a temptation he didn’t want to resist; so he didn’t.
            The teddy had to go. So did his clothing. That meant he had to stop kissing her. Damn, but that was hard. Her lips were so soft, so pliant, now that she wasn't speaking nonsense. He’d wanted to do this forever...
            “Where is the camera?” She’d said she wanted to videotape this. For research. Theo knew if he didn’t get the damn recording started now, there wouldn’t be one. The very last of his control had snapped the moment she’d opened the door. Wearing that red scrap of lace. That really needed to come off.
            “What?” Misha looked up at him dazed, her lips swollen. Theo’s cock throbbed just looking her. This was not going to be quite the study Misha had in mind. And he was going to force her to watch it over and over again until she could admit they were meant to be together.
            “You wanted to tape this.” Theo moved back, removing his shirt as he kicked off his shoes. “Never let it be