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“I’m important to you, too, though.” She ran her hand over his arm. “Right?”

He watched her carefully. “Why is it you’re always trying to seduce me?”

She laughed lightly. “You were seducing me pretty damn well over the phone last week.”

He groaned. “That was before we were caught.”

“So you’re going to avoid me every time the going gets rough?”

“That’s not fair. This is different than some argument.”

“That’s true.” Reagan moved into his personal space until her breasts pushed against his chest. “We’re all alone.” She bit her lip and looked up at him from under her lashes. “Fuck me, Hudson.”