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Cat stood in front of the desk and tried to switch off the part of her brain that turned to mush at the sight of hard muscles and piercing blue eyes. Well, these hard muscles and blue eyes in particular. And it wasn’t going well. His strong, capable hands were resting on the desk: broad palms that she knew could burn up your skin; long, strong fingers that could reach bits of you that were just begging to be touched. And he was leaning forward, his thick, tousled hair almost within reach. Reminding her of the last time she’d been this close to him, when she had her fingers wound into its soft darkness, pulling him closer, hard against her pussy as his fluttering tongue sent spirals of anticipation deep into her core, anticipation that turned to a throbbing, moaning need.
She shuddered. She didn’t need that kind of sex, any kind of sex, and she totally didn’t need him. She was smart; an honours degree told her that. Smart enough to know bad boy studs like Brent were the last thing she needed.
Falling in lust with Jamie had been bad enough, but to shag Brent on the rebound had been plain fucking crazy stupid. Experienced, street-wise Brent who’d known exactly which words to whisper, exactly how to touch her, exactly how to make her beg and scream in a way good girls shouldn’t. And he’d left her feeling like he’d uncovered a deep down part of her that should have stayed hidden.