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that.”
    She tried to look away, but his fingers on her jaw weren’t budging.
    “I’ve been either half-stiff or all-out hard as a rock since I met you.” His low voice caressed her. She felt his breath, she smelled his skin, and she sank into the heat surrounding him.
    Heat rushed to her face, and she managed a small smile.
    “Now, I don’t know what your ex said to make you feel inadequate as a sexual being, but let me tell you something.” He edged up against her until she could feel the rough denim of his jeans against her thigh. “You sure as hell know how to turn me on. You’re definitely a sexual being.”
    Joanne felt her heart beat. For the first time in twenty-some hours, it thumped along happily. How did he know the exact words she needed to hear? She opened her mouth, but he stopped her with two fingers across her lips.
    “One more thing, before this goes any further.”
    She raised an eyebrow.
    “My name isn’t Joe.”
    All that heat left her face. “It’s not?”
    “Nope.”
    “Oh. Why did I call you Joe?”
    He shrugged. “I just didn’t correct you. My name is Eric Layton. I’m a firefighter and EMT for district four.”
    Joanne bobbed her eyebrows and took a new look at the man’s physique. “Well, that explains this body.”
    He winked. “And I’m not gay.”
    Joanne laughed, loud enough to wake Linda, but she didn’t care. Linda would understand. “Have five spare minutes?”
    “If we’re gonna do this, it’s going to take longer than five minutes.”
    She stared up at him. The seriousness behind his eyes, the desire. The soft-yet-firm set of his mouth. She licked her lips. “You want to?”
    He breathed a short laugh. “There’s a sexy-as-hell woman offering herself to me. Of course I want to. Especially if it will help rebuild her ego. I’m sworn to serve the citizens of this city, you know.”
    She burrowed back against him, and he wrapped around her in return. “So, Mr. Layton. You didn’t happen to take any Sexual Therapy courses when you trained as an EMT, did you?”
    “That’s part of the ongoing education program. I might need you to sign off on some credits later.”
    “I’ll take good notes.” She looked up at him and was struck by the intensity of his gaze. She stared at her reflection in those blue depths for a moment until he leaned over and kissed her.
    God, yes. His mouth moved over hers with skilled ease. His tongue dipped and tasted, stroked and teased. His whiskers brushed her chin, her cheeks, then her neck as he covered her with his worship.
    He pulled her T-shirt up to her breasts before he leaned back and looked at her seriously. “You’re sure about this?”
    “Yes. I promise.”
    “No regrets?”
    “No regrets. No obligations. Just tonight.”
    Heat flared behind his eyes before he kissed her again. He tasted rich and delicious, and she couldn’t get enough. Her hands gathered his shirt up along his back until she could tug it over his shoulders. He sat up, straddling her legs, and tossed his shirt aside.
    “You’re so fucking sexy, Josie. Warm and soft.” His attention on her breasts only caused her nipples to stiffen beneath her shirt, begging for his hands. His mouth.
    She pulled her shirt off and threw it on top of his. With his eyes on her breasts, she cupped them in her hands and teased each peak with two fingers.
    “Damn, that’s hot.” He dropped back down to cage her beneath him and took one nipple into his mouth, brushing her fingers with a hot swipe of his tongue.
    She held his face as he sucked and teased first one breast, then the other. Coils of desire tightened with each pull of his mouth. She squirmed beneath him, her pussy swollen and aching for contact. Around and around his tongue went, pulling strings of need from her sex to each erect tip. His kisses felt so good on her skin, she traced his lips with one finger, loving the hot, wet slide of his mouth.
    Eric’s hand slid down her side, rubbing the curve of her