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Andrea’s resolve crumbled at the sight of his sexy smile. Only a few more days and she could do something about the hot buttered rum he made of her insides. “Well...maybe this once.”

The smile became dazzling. She felt a little faint. “Just don’t make a habit of it.”

He stared at her red, full lips, very tempted to taste them. Had she used cosmetics? They were especially glossy and ripe-looking this evening.

“A couple more days,” she warned him, breathless. He had to stop looking at her like that.

Her scent curled around him, tried to mesmerize him as it played on his roused