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Jean didn't want to be in charge. That was one of the things he loved most about Audra – the way she made sure they did things together, as equals. Putting him in charge meant she was less than him, when she was so much more.
"What if I lose control like I did this afternoon?"
Audra grinned and pushed him onto the bed, straddling his lap. "Then the whole building's going to hear me scream for joy." Green eyes challenged him to do his worst as she ground against his groin. "Bring it on, bird boy."
He kissed her, claiming her mouth for all the wonderful things she said and the wicked things she could do with her lips and her tongue. Tonight, she tasted of mango, like the beer she'd finally admitted to giving him for Christmas.
He shrugged out of his jacket, lost the tie and
