“I think perhaps you did know that this was my office,” he murmured, letting his forefinger trail down the side of her cheek. “Perhaps you did not seek to avoid me at all.” Kate swallowed convulsively, long past the point of trying to maintain her composure. “Mmmm?” His finger slid along the line of her jaw. “What do you say to that?” Kate’s lips parted, but she couldn’t have uttered a word if her life had depended on it. He wore no gloves—he must have removed them during his tryst with Maria—and the touch of his skin against hers was so powerful it seemed to control her body. She breathed
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