Page 11 of Take the Bait

He kissed her lightly again, his mouth lingering a bit longer on hers this time, encouraging her to participate but definitely not forcing her.

She realized with a start that he had let go of her face and his hands were roaming lightly across her shoulders and down her arms. But he wasn’t grabbing her, wasn’t holding her in place, wasn’t in any way making her stand here and let him kiss her. She was totally free to step away, which abruptly made it okay to stay here for a few more seconds.

It didn’t hurt that the man kissed like the god he resembled.

Indeed, he was the best kisser she’d ever encountered. If nothing else, she should let him kiss her more so she could take notes.

He kissed her again with a tiny bit more intention. But it was still restrained and respectful. And she liked it. A lot. This was the complete opposite of what she’d expected from him, and it threw her totally off-balance.

His tongue stroked lightly across her lips, and she opened her mouth for him. Was that a groan that slipped out of her throat when his tongue dipped into the heat of her mouth? She felt with no little shock that any remaining resistance had drained out of her.

No way could she accuse him of assault, now. Nope. She was totally a willing participant at this point.

She realized she’d leaned back against the counter when he’d first kissed her and he was having to lean forward awkwardly to continue kissing her. His right thigh came forward to correct his balance—oh, God, between her legs. He didn’t exactly pin her to the counter, but it was sexy as hell straddling his leg like this.

She should step away. Stop this before she dug herself an even deeper hole with him and with her employer. If he told them she’d let him kiss her passionately in the ladies’ room, Raspy Voice might assume she was willing to let WMP throw any hotshot attorney her way for a little hanky panky. She was no slut, regardless of how much the firm paid her to pimp her out.

She definitely liked kissing Cam. Even if she was a teensy bit tipsy and that was probably coloring her opinion of this whole endeavor.

His mouth was warm and resilient against hers, and his breath caressed her skin lightly, leaving a trail of goose bumps in its wake. He kissed his way across her jaw, up to her temple, and back down to her mouth. She was actually impatient for him to get back to kissing her mouth so she could kiss him back.

A tiny, rational—sober—voice in the back of her brain warned, this is a mistake.

She argued back, but it feels so good. And I didn’t expect a man like this, who could have any woman at any firm, to be genuinely interested in me.

Sober Dani pointed out tartly, he’s only kissing you because you demanded that he get it over with.

Hush up and let me enjoy this, will you? she ordered her common sense.

Thing was, she was never going to be a little drunk around him again. He was never going to kiss her again. This was a one-time good deal and quite the education in how to kiss well.

What the hell.

She straightened to meet him and their mouths met more firmly. The kiss deepened as they both leaned into it. He plunged his hands into her hair as his head tilted and the kiss deepened even more.

Yowza. And she’d thought he was a good kisser before.

An urge to inhale him came over her. Who cared if it was martini-induced lust. She hadn’t felt anything like this in a very long time. She hadn’t even been sure she could feel real passion after so many years of studying and working non-stop and living like some cloistered nun.

Not to be outdone, he inhaled her back, body, mind, and soul. He sapped all will to resist out of her as he slipped his arms around her and swept her up against his gloriously hard body, kissing her deeply, druggingly. Ay caramba, could this guy kiss!

Her entire body clenched in anticipation of the plundering to come, aching for him to fill her, driving into her until she couldn’t think, claiming her as his woman?—

Wait. What?

Dang it. She’d told sober Dani to be quiet and stay out of this scrumptious mistake.

Clearly, he’d managed to turn her brain to mush, her ethics to ashes, and her moral spine to limp spaghetti.

Sober Dani leaped on the moment of weakness, or rather, reason. This really is a horrible mistake. You’ve got to face him in court someday. You need to be able to look him in the eye, or at least do so without blushing beet red. No jury will take you seriously if it’s clear you’re hot to get in his pants and can’t even keep your mind on the trial.

Well, hell. Sober Dani had a point.

Regret lanced through her. Tipsy Dani tried one last time to win the debate raging in her head. But he kisses so well. And if he makes love the same way he kisses, it’ll be the best sex you’ve ever had…

Sober Dani wasn’t even regretful as she pointed out, C’mon. One—admittedly great—one-night-stand or ruining your career and everything you’ve worked so hard for. You know what you have to do.

Party pooper.

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