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70 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 22, 2013
He shot her a mock serious look. “And in answer to your question: the pool.”
She lowered her brow, staring at the gorgeous eyes, the beautifully masculine face. “What question?” The most unusual place he’d ever made love to a woman? How she could best put an end to her current humiliation by drowning herself?
“You asked me how I maintained my droolalicious physique.” His brow crinkled in suppressed humor. “Your word, not mine.”
“I’m sure a Harvard grad would never use such a phrase.”
He looked as if he were fighting to maintain a serious expression.
Gaze steady, he went on. “You offered me a night I would never forget.”
Heat speared her gut and moved lower. Maybe she was better off not knowing what she’d said. But now that she’d asked Wes to share, he appeared to be really warming up to the task.
“And then there was the mention of kitchen utensils,” he said.
She coughed hard and sat up straighter, her mind racing. “Kitchen utensils?” Her voice sounded embarrassingly husky.
“What kind of kitchen utensils?”
“Pastry brushes,” he said. “For the chocolate sauce.”
She’d never been that creative.
His mouth twitched, as if biting back a smile. “Cheesecloth in lieu of handcuffs.”
Her heart slid into third gear.
“And my personal favorite,” he said, the amused flicker in his eyes growing stronger. “The spatula.”
The words sent her pulse into overdrive. When the rest of his expression didn’t budge, she tipped her head at him, a glimmer of suspicion taking root. The pause was awkward for Evie, but apparently not for him. And who would have guessed Wes Campbell had a devilish side?
Bastard.