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"But I swore to Karen at lunch today that nothing untoward or unprofessional was going on between us. Now she knows I lied."
"No, you didn't. At the time, what you said was true. But if she calls you on it, tell her the truth."
"What's the truth?"
"That it was an accident. That you tripped over the blanket and fell on me."
"Oh, right. And then you accidentally kissed me, and accidentally shoved your hands down my pants, and--"
"Shut up, Maddy." The moment his coffee-flavored lips and tongue touched hers, the magic began all over again, slow, warm, and indescribably delicious. Weird, because at one time she hadn't even liked the taste of coffee.
"Did you lock the door when you came back in?" she asked, coming up for air.
"Set the burglar alarm, too." He stretched out, full length, pulling her down on top of him. "Now, where were we?"
"Trying to take our clothes off?"
"Oh, right. What's the hold up?"
"Give me a minute to turn the lights out."
"No. Leave them on."
Maddy felt a tiny frisson of excitement zigzag down her body to the sensitive spot between her legs. "Leave on what? My clothes or the lights?"
His knowing, sexy smile made her shiver. He knew exactly what he was doing to her, and exactly how much she enjoyed knowing that he knew.
"The lights. I want to watch you take off your clothes. Do it slow. Okay?"
Getting off the sofa, she crossed her arms and started to lift the hem of her sweater, then stopped. "I can't. I've never done this before. I feel so silly."
"Do it for me, babe. Please?"
He began to hum an old melody Maddy had always associated with striptease, and as she began to sway to themusic, he held her gaze while she crossed her arms again and gradually removed her sweater one tiny inch at a time. When the sweater was gone, she tried to bump and grind her way out of her jeans, the way she'd seen an entertainer do in a nightclub. But what that woman had made look smooth and easy was impossible for Maddy. She'd forgotten to take her shoes off first, and she'd ended up in a heap on the floor, laughing like a fool and pulling her jeans off in the usual way.
"Come here," Ty instructed, taking her hand and pulling her up beside him on the sofa. "Put one knee on either side of me like this. Okay?" Once he had her positioned the way he wanted, he said softly, "Now the bra."