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They’d arrived separately to a party, not wanting to tip off the world about their relationship—the heiress and the hot artist, professionally and personally, would be big news—and they’d spent the evening pretending not to know each other The tension had been hot and sexy and, by the tiestion in her ear that they , hot, stickyinto the room, the door was locked, Tyce had her dress up her hips and had stripped her of her soaking thong He’d unzipped, leaned her over the desk and he’d taken her, hard and fast, from behind

The jade frog on her host’s desk had watched thehly unamused

Sage hauled in a breath as her heart tried to claw its way out of her chest How dare he? What they’d done together was not for public dissemination

Just another reason she’d been right to walk away froo

“That sculpture was difficult” Tyce’s unmistakable deep and velvety voice came from behind her “I was constantly distracted by the ht And others”

His words were low enough for only her to hear She didn’t turn, but she felt the heat pouring off his body and she inhaled his soapy, sexy all-e felt like she’d been plugged into the nearest electrical outlet Her skin buzzed, her heart stumbled and her mind felt off-kilter

Three years and he still had the ability to rocket her from co hiry with hi their encounter in the library in an, admittedly, very abstract way, she wanted to kiss him

Or slap him…

Then, like now, he pulled her in and tee found it easy to step away fro They weren’t worth the hurt that was the inevitable outcoled in someone’s life

Detere seldom allowed relationships, especially those with men, to deepen past a week or two With Tyce, it had taken her six weeks to convince herself to leave He was supreerous

Te, addictive… All that and more

So, obviously, kissing him was out of the question

Sage spun around on her ice pick heels and her hand connected with his cheek Instantly retful, she watched that too-handsome face harden, his obsidian eyes turn, if that was at all possible, darker He opened his ripped her hips and he yanked her into his hard, edbetween her lips, and Sage was lost, swept away to a place only Tyce could take her Sage dug her nails into his arh the thin fabric of his black dress shirt and, wanting more, her hands skated over his broad chest, danced across those washboard abs she’d loved to tickle and taste