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and had no desire to be in his. 
    I know that sounds
harsh, but how many times was I supposed to allow him to trample on my
emotions? The fact that we were identical twins made his behavior all the more
unacceptable. I was sick of him acting as if the world revolved around him and
that I existed just for his personal pleasure.
    So imagine my surprise
when I arrived at work early one Friday morning in late April to find Mila
Jensen waiting outside my office.
    I’d been out late the
night before entertaining John Thomas, a prospective new client who’d refused
to talk business until after dinner and several drinks. I’d never been much of
a drinker (having seen how too much of it had ruined our father’s life), so I’d
awakened that morning with a roaring headache and the knowledge that I still
wasn’t assured of getting the account.
    When the elevator
opened on my floor, I immediately saw a pretty woman dressed in jeans and a
loose sweater, sitting on one of many suitcases blocking the door to my office.
She had long, dark hair and dark brown eyes. Her luscious skin was the color of
rich, dark chocolate. Her lips looked full and kissable.
    I had to resist the
urge to moisten my lips as I looked at her mouth and imagined tasting her lips.
The word sexy flashed into my mind. In high school, one of my best friends had
only dated black girls. When I asked him why, he’d grinned and told me he loved
women with dark skin. When I asked why, he’d replied: the blacker the berry,
the sweeter the juice. Whoever had first applied that truism to the fairer sex,
must have had this stunning woman in mind.
    Dismissing the rampant
lust I felt, I stepped off the elevator. Who was she? Why was she blocking the
entrance to my office and getting me hot and bothered the first thing in the
morning? And did she date white men?
    Before I could speak,
she gazed up, smiled, bounded to her feet, and rushed across the corridor
toward me.
    She was tall with lush
curves in all the right places and large breasts my hands ached to hold and
caress.
    “Jason!”
    Damn. I should have
known she was too good to be true. I stopped and shook my head. “I’m not—”
    “Jason!” She whispered
in a soft, sexy voice, pressing her body against mine.
    Oh, hell, the touch of
her body against mine set me on fire. I struggled to control myself. “I’m not—”
    “No talking.” Smiling
up at me, she linked her arms around my neck and pressed the softest, sweetest,
fullest lips I’ve ever felt or tasted against mine. 
    I knew she thought I
was Jason, so I shouldn’t have respond, but I don’t know any man worth the name
who would have been capable of resisting the allure of having a sexy woman
eagerly pressing heated kisses against his mouth.
    It had been longer
than I cared to admit since I’d had sex and I was horny as hell. Not only did I
not pull away, but feeling her breasts pressed against my chest, I slid my
hands down her back to cup her big, round rear in my palms, pushed my tongue
into her mouth, and devoured her lips.
    She trembled in my
arms in response.
    I responded by
tightening my hands on her ass and kissing her until she couldn’t help but
realize how aroused I was. I was seconds away from rubbing my groin against
hers in a manner that would make my desire for her all too clear.
    Once I got her
sufficiently aroused, I’d invite her into my office for a quickie.
    She must have realized
my intentions because she suddenly stiffened and pushed against my shoulders.
    Oh, hell. Don’t say
no, baby.
    She tore her mouth
from mine.
    Feeling as if I were
about to explode with desire, I reluctantly allowed her to pull away from me.
    She took several deep
breaths.
    We stared at each
other in silence for several moments. I don’t know what she was thinking or
feeling, but I wanted to reach out, snatch her back into my arms, and ravish
her repeatedly.
    Almost as if she’d
read the desire in my gaze, she sucked in a sharp breath.
    I