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“Aw, poor baby.” She pressed against him once more and this time pushed her hand down his waistband, inside his boxer shorts.

He sucked in a breath as her warm skin awakened his and ground his teeth. He very nearly shuddered. Jesus.

“Like that?”

“What do you think?”

“I think you do.”

“What are you gonna do about it?”

“Nothing.” She pulled her hand out and backed away, smirking audaciously as she went.

“Are you frickin’ kidding me?”

She did a slow shake of her head, and never took her gaze from his. “No. I think you’re more fun than a quick, standing shag. Don’t know why I think that, and I might be wrong, but I’d like to find out. You call me when you get back to the US and I’ll finish what I started.”

He scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest. He paced. He laughed. Are you kidding me?

Any other woman, he would have called a tease and written off, but this one, this woman standing in front of him with a smile that could have made the devil bow down. She was something else.

She might have been his match.