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She shook her head, twisting her arms around his neck. “I already knew.” She bit her lip as he began to rock into her with rhythmic, sensual thrusts. “I love you too, Milo.”

He held her hips, driving in and out of her with a ferocity and passion that matched the heat of his eyes. As she gazed into their smoldering depths, she knew that he truly was her muse in every way, from the star of her fantasies to the inspiration for her writing. All over town tonight, people were celebrating Valentine’s Day in their own way, from candy and roses on campus to sex games in the country. But she knew there was no way she’d rather celebrate than this, in love and lust, with the true man of her dreams.

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Carrie Morrison is resigned to spending another Valentine’s Day alone, but Cupid brings her a surprise—packaged in the hot body of the father of one of her third grade students. When Enrique Torres stops by her classroom to discuss his son, sizzling chemistry erupts between them.

Ric is a widower, father, garage mechanic, and the hottest Latin lover a woman could wish for to fulfill her Valentine fantasies. One hot night with Carrie in his bed leaves him wanting more, but she’s not sure if she’s brave enough for a relationship beyond a one night stand.

But Ric isn’t about to let Carrie go that easily. She has healed his broken heart, and he’s ready for forever.

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Watching him weave through the throng around the bar, Carrie realized he wasn’t really that much taller than most of the men in the club. He just seemed that way because his presence was so overpowering—at least to her. She turned her attention to the dance floor again, watching the couples spin around. In an unbelievably short time, Ric was beside her again, handing her a glass of soda.

“How’d you do that?” She glanced at the bar, which she couldn’t even see for the crowd surrounding it.

“What?” His eyebrows raised, honestly clueless.

“Never mind.” The sweet, cold soda had never tasted so good. She chugged the glass empty in a few swallows, set it on the table, and pushed her hair back from her sweaty forehead.

Ric drank a little of his beer before placing his glass beside hers and moving to stand in front of her, his hands at her waist.

Head tilted back, she looked up into his face.

He ran his finger down the bridge of her nose, felt the texture of a lock of her hair, then cupped her cheek and gazed at her mouth for a long moment.

The anticipation of a kiss had Carrie’s heart racing and her body yearning toward his. She wanted to curl her hands around the back of his neck and pull him down to her, but waited, breathless, while his thumb traced her lips and his eyes examined the contours of her face and mouth. When she thought she could stand it no more, he leaned down slowly and pressed his lips to hers.

Just like on the dance floor, the bustle and clamor of the club faded away and Carrie felt they were in an impermeable bubble. She breathed in his scent. His lips closed over hers and his tongue flicked over the seam of her lips until she opened them and allowed it inside. The mingled taste of sweet soda and malted ale combined as his hot, wet tongue slipped over and around hers. She rested her hands against his che

st, feeling the strength of his hard muscles, the heat of his skin and the rapid beating of his heart.

He kissed her breathless again, leaving her gasping when he pulled away. Then he pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth, her cheek, her jaw and neck. The soft movement of his lips was like a feather being trailed across her skin. She shivered and clamped her cheek to her shoulder to shut him out.

“Do you want to leave? It’s hard to talk here,” he spoke near her ear to be heard over the music, then straightened to look into her eyes, his hands resting on her shoulders. “Maybe one more dance first?”

A slow, sultry number was playing and Carrie couldn’t refuse the offer of another chance on the dance floor with him. “Sounds good.” She was ready to agree to just about anything he wanted under the spell of his breath-stealing kisses.