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high heels all week. She sighed in delight as he worked first one foot, then the other. His talented hands slid up her calves and pressed into muscles she’d pulled on the treadmill at the stadium. He released the pressure that was always a part of her, and she reveled in the relaxing feel. Somehow she managed to maintain a dispassionate distance as he worked her lower leg, massaging from her toes to her calves and up above her knee. But too soon, his hands lost their greasy feel, and his roughened fingers now slid over her skin, beginning a slow climb up her thigh.
    The change in sensation caused a pulsing in her lower body, and she moaned, the sound echoing around the enclosed cabana.
    “You have no idea what that sound does to me,” he said in a gruff voice.
    This was what she wanted. Arousal. Mutual pleasure. And she gave in to his now tender yet seductive ministrations. “Keep working, cabana boy,” she murmured without opening her eyes.
    “Cute,” he muttered, inching higher, his hands splaying over her upper thigh, mere inches from the edge of her skimpy bikini bottoms.
    She held her breath in anticipation of his touch on her sex, of his fingers sliding over her moist heat. But he stopped, his fingers curling into her flesh with just a little bite. He liked it that way. Just a little rough, showing her how good a hint of pain mixed with pleasure could be, and her nipples hardened at the memory. Desire further dampened her bottoms, need pulsing in a steady beat between her thighs.
    “Angel.” The one word sounded like a command, and her heavy lids snapped open, automatically responding.
    “Let’s be clear,” he said in that sex-personified voice that turned her insides to mush. “This is about you. I’m not asking for anything in return. Not even for you to trust me again.”
    She hadn’t expected conversation or discussion, nor did she want any. Hot and fast sex, no time for thinking. That was normally his style anyway, so she didn’t anticipate a problem being able to convince him.
    “No talk, just work,” she reminded him, keeping her tone playful.
    “Not until you really hear me. This” —his thumb took one swipe over her sex, unerringly finding that hardened nub of desire beneath the bathing suit—“is about you. The rest we’ll take one day at a time.”
    He pressed down harder on her clit, the pad of his thumb connecting with the exact spot that craved his touch.
    She arched her lower back, her hips rising of their own accord.
    “Understand?” he asked.
    “I can’t think when you’re touching me.”
    His low chuckle enflamed her even more. “All I ask is that you take us one day at a time, starting now.”
    “There is no us. You don’t really want that anyway.” She reminded him of who he really was.
    His gaze darkened, his sexy jaw set in frustration. “Baby, this is something.”
    “ Baby , this is sex,” she said, amazed she could speak, let alone maintain the train of thought that demanded she hold on to her heart.
    His shocked expression was priceless. If only she could snap a picture and remind herself that, finally, she held the upper hand.
    “So that’s how you want to play it?” he asked, his fingers tightening incrementally.
    She wondered if she’d see his indentations on her skin later, knowing there had been nights when she’d gone home and examined the reddened prints and remembered the desire that had fueled each one. He wasn’t into kinky sex, but he did like her to feel him the next day.
    “You wrote the rules,” she reminded him. She was just the one who’d forgotten to believe them. “Sex not romance,” she said, echoing words he’d used the first time they were together.
    He shook his head, amazement in his handsome face. “Be careful what you wish for.” With a low growl, he pulled at her bikini bottoms until he’d slid them down and off her legs, dangling each over the edges of the chair. Open wide to him, her pussy throbbed with need.
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