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Devon said, “Morgan has a valid case against me and you hooking up.”
She downed a little more liquid courage, set her glass on the island, and leaned in close to him. “Straight up, Dev. Do you want me?”
He deposited his glass next to hers. “Fallon, you test my restraint and my ability to control some very natural, primal urges. Make no mistake.” His gaze slid over her again. “Even in jeans and a sweater. I’m thoroughly captivated.”
She decided it was time to take the bull by the horns. For better or for worse.
Fallon pulled the band from her ponytail and shook out her long auburn hair. Then she fisted the hem of her sweater and lifted the material up and over her head.
Devon’s jaw clenched as his gaze homed in on her breasts, tucked into a silver lace-and-satin bra. Plumped over the scalloped edge, to be exact.
She toed off her boat shoes and then unbuttoned her jeans. Slid the zipper along its track.
“Fallon.” His voice was tight, his muscles bunched.
She shoved the denim down her legs. She wasn’t wearing socks, so she stood before him in her lingerie and challenged, “Dev, if you’re interested in this, now’s your time to make a move.”