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“I had no idea that thing actually works.”

“You have a fireplace and you’ve never used it?”

She shrugs. “I’m sure JJ has. When Erin and I aren’t home he probably uses it to seduce women.”

“Smart man.”

Shae gives me a knowing look. “Takes one to know one. Are you trying to seduce me, Rex?”

“If you have to ask, I’m not doing a very good job.” I take a step forward, closing the gap between us. I lean down and whisper, “Trust me, when I seduce you, you’ll know.”

Her eyes drop to my mouth, her beautiful lips parting. There’s nothing more I want than to capture her mouth with mine. She’ll melt like butter in my arms, and as much as I want that to happen, we’re not there yet. Instead, I walk past her and take our glasses from the counter.

Her shoulders rise and fall with a deep breath before she spins around to face me, and that’s how I know she’s affected.

Now we’re almost there.

She straightens her back, takes two steps toward me, and grabs her wine glass. “I never pegged you for a tease.”

“I would never tease you. Think of it as…heightening your anticipation.”

“Oh, I bet something is heightening.” She gives me a sidelong glance. “But it’s not my anticipation.” Her smoldering eyes drop to my crotch, and with each passing second, my cock swells a little bit more.

“Now who’s the tease?”

Shae’s eyes dance with amusement. Her lips part in the most beautiful, sexy smile I’ve ever seen, and I have to look away before I do something stupid like beg her for more than one night.

“So, Shae, tell me a little about yourself.”

“Really? You want to talk?”

I chuckle. “You sound surprised.”

“Because I am.”

“What’s wrong with getting to know the woman I’m about to fuck?”

“Are there things about me you’re dying to know?”

You have no fucking idea. “As a matter of fact, there are.”

She studies me for a moment and tips her glass, finishing off what’s left of her wine. She sets it on the counter, strides across the kitchen, and opens the curtains, revealing a breathtaking view of the Chicago skyline.

With her back to me, she takes a deep breath and when she exhales she says, “Let’s have it.”

In one gulp, I finish off my wine and set the glass next to hers. I slowly walk across the room, enjoying the view in front of me as I do.

And I’m not talking about the skyline. The dips and valleys of Chicago’s cityscape may be impressive, but they have nothing on Shae’s soft curves.

Her skirt is a little rumpled, her blouse untucked, and her long, dark hair falls in waves around her shoulders. Her body draws mine like a magnet, and when I step into her, pressing my chest against her back, she doesn’t move. There is no gasp of surprise, no stiffening spine, she’s just here in this moment with me.

“Let’s start with your favorite color.”

“Purple.” Her voice is shaky, and when I run my finger down the back of her neck, she tilts her head, allowing room for my lips to graze the silky smooth skin.

“Favorite food.”

“Italian.”