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“Put your hand in ainst his better judgement

Her eyes flicked to the front of his jeans Her pink tongue darted out to wet her lips as her face paled Oh no Not now Jack shook his head at himself as all the blood in his body rushed to the one place he didn’t want it to go

“You want o in there?”

She pointed at his jeans, just as the blood arrived at ground zero He closed his eyes briefly There was hu – and then there was this They were in new territory He’d been assaulted and tied up by a page-three aistered his physical reaction to her Her cheeks flushed

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she told him

“It’s either that or free et to my phone”

She sucked her lip again, which didn’t help matters any For the first time in his life he cursed the fact his body was on a separate circuit board froet horny At last she spoke

“Which pocket?”

She looked him in the eye and he knew Beneath the bravado was fear Fear, and if he wasn’t mistaken, a hefty dose of attraction

He let out a slow breath At least that levelled the playing field a little

“Left,” he said as evenly as he could

She took a deep breath, which e rise and fall His mouth went dry This had to be the most insane situation he’d ever been in

“Okay,” she said “I’ll get the phone and your wallet” She pointed at hi any ideas”

There was absolutely no point in denying his physical state It was there for the world to see

“This is not for you,” he told her “I’ve got a thing for old Gothic houses”