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"That you don’t have," she said through clenched teeth

"Please?" I heldI’uys with pride for days I will honest-to-God get on my hands and knees in desperation I love my job I need this job And I need to sell that dalasses off her face, nearly taking a few stray pieces of frizzy dark hair with her "Fine But if this is going to work, I’ and what you need to do ht?"

"Fine"

"Good"

I stared

She stared back

"Uh" Jordan’s face flushed red "Are you going to do it, or do I need to suddenly grow a pair since yours are MIA?"

I glowered and leaned in, bracinghers as my lips brushed her mouth

Jordan pulled back "Weak"

"Not done," I said through clenched teeth, then gripped her shoulders "Just getting started"

"Wha--"

Our lips fused She tasted like rich coffee and sugar Swear it was more about her taste than the way herto start panting My hands le, a different dip withbetter and better

When I pulled back, Jordan’s face hite as a sheet

"That bad?" Panic rippedhad it not felt so daood I was ready to sell Max and his firstborn in order to keep experiencing it

We broke apart Both out of breath

"You lied," Jordan huffed "You don’t have the sizzle blues, your sizzle is off the charts"

"Really?" I smiled "I’m not horrible?"

"In a world full of fives, you’re at least a nine"

"My shrew just loves her coain--it was instinct But to be fair, she kissed ers

Rocking my damn trailer for the world to see

I was just about ready to rip that blazer from her curvy body when the door opened

"Mr Emory, you’re needed on set"

Jordan and I broke apart

Her lipstick had completely disappeared I’d et ’em" She winked, her voice heavy with lust

I orried so on her when a throat cleared "Mr Eer but knew my publicist, aka the best kisser in the universe, would be pissed

Besides, what the hell was I doing?

She wasn’t ed and picked up her computer like we hadn’t just been ready to rip each other’s clothes off

Right I was her job

I needed to remember that

A job

A means to an end