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“Good thing I became a psychologist instead then, huh?” She whispered. Oh God, she was nervous and she was never nervous. Damn, he was a virtual stranger and yet he seemed to touch her on a level deeper than any other man she’d ever known.

“Yeah, good thing,” he murmured, his gaze never wavered from hers as he pointed to the keyboard. “Type in what I tell you.”

Roni turned her attention to the monitor and placed her hands on the keyboard. “Ready.” Jake gave her a series of commands, but nothing happened. “Did I do it wrong?”

“No, you did it just right. Now the camera’s on and it’s recording.” He reached out and stroked her cheek, causing Roni to jump. “I had a feeling your skin would feel like satin. I was right.” Roni turned her head and his fingers brushed over her lower lip. “I bet you taste like pure sunshine too.”

“Jake, we really shouldn’t—”

“Shh, it’s okay.” He pulled his hand away and Roni suddenly wanted it back, touching and caressing. She was surprised at how gentle his large fingers were; she could well imagine how gentle they’d be stroking her to climax.

“Now type in this,” Jake said, as he gave her another series of commands.

Roni forced herself to turn back to the monitor, her hands shaking as she tapped the keys. A screen popped up that showed a thumbnail-sized video. “What is that?”

“Our video. Click it, Roni.”

Helpless to ignore the sensual tone in his voice, Roni moved the mouse and clicked the video. Their images filled the screen. She watched, mesmerized, as Jake reached out and touched her cheek. The surprise on her face was easy to see, as was the arousal on his. Roni felt her pussy grow damp when his thumb brushed her lip.

“You’re beautiful,” he growled.

She crossed her arms over her chest and attempted to quell the sexual tension rapidly filling the air. “Actually I look bloated.”

“You look good enough to eat,” he shot right back. He reached out and hit th

e escape key, then pointed to the screen. “The next time you type in the commands I gave, hopefully it’ll show us our pervert.”

Roni was so befuddled she’d already forgotten the damned commands.

“Don’t worry, you can write them down and keep them in your purse,” he said, as if reading her mind.

“Thanks,” she muttered. She felt like such a dolt. He had her coming and going. Well, not exactly coming, but close.

“Buy me dinner and I’ll waive the cost of the camera.”

She wasn’t surprised by his suggestion, but the idea that maybe he did this sort of thing all the time had her withdrawing. “Do all your clients fall for that line?”

He reached out and cupped her chin. “You aren’t another in a long line, Roni. I’ve never dated a client before. You’re the first.”

She moved back in her seat, forcing him to drop his hand. “We’re not dating.”

“Yet,” he corrected her. His gaze went to her breasts and held. Roni could swear her nipples hardened just for him, as if begging to be licked. Her body’s reaction didn’t sit well. Roni liked being in control, but Jake made her feel like a runaway train.

“You’re much too bold, Jake Cornick.”

“Dinner, Dr. Smart. Nothing more.” He stood and held out a hand. “What do you have to lose?”

She stared at it a second, before moving the chair back and standing on her own. “You don’t have a significant other?”

“I wouldn’t be looking at your polka-dotted breasts if I did.”

Her face heated and she crossed her arms over said breasts. “Just dinner?”

He held up three fingers and grinned. “Scout’s honor.”

“You were a Boy Scout, huh?”

He tilted his head to the side. “You sound surprised.”


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