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done for his country, he deserved a medal.
    The top of her dress had been even better than the bottom, barely there, the fabric molding her breasts and putting them on display. He’d trailed the back of one hand down her chest and patted her cleavage.
    She didn’t break cover, playing along as though she really was his old lady, but he’d figured she’d make him pay later for touching her boobs, after she’d put her plan into action. Ashley had always had a plan.
    Her hands had gripped the back of his neck, as if she could hold him in place. She might not have had the muscle to do it, but he hadn’t minded accommodating her. When she’d yanked his head down, he’d let her. Her mouth had covered his, her tongue declaring war on his lips and pressing for entry. Why the hell not? He’d opened up, and she’d swept in. Damn, but his Dixon could kiss. She’d shoved her tongue deep into his mouth, exploring him in a no-holds-barred move that sent all the blood straight to his dick. He’d gripped her ass with his free hand, pulling her higher and tighter. She’d made a strangled noise when he notched his dick against her pussy, but then she got right back into it.
    The not-so-nice part of him had wondered that night how far she’d go to save his ass. She might not like him, but certain parts of him apparently got a free pass. Or maybe they were frenemies now, and she just wanted to screw with him. Anything was possible with Dixon.
    And then the door to the bar had opened a second time, and he’d understood the reason for Ashley’s presence. The two bikers who’d stood there were the club’s muscle. If they thought he’d overheard something, they were the fucking erasers who’d scrub his memories with their fists. The guys crunched over, not even trying to hide their approach. Levi had lifted his head and snarled a “Fuck off,” like the only thing on his mind had been sex up against the wall.
    And it had worked, too. The goons had left, certain they’d interrupted a back-alley tryst—but his cover had been intact. Ashley had made sure of that.
    He’d had no idea she was such a good sport. Since he was a good sport himself, he snagged up a copy of the bar menu. He had homework to do. Their bet was kind of like being Jack—and he’d just been handed magic beans, which meant he needed to make his dares count. Or make sure no one cut down his beanstalk. Hah. She seemed to think he couldn’t or wouldn’t keep his dick in his pants, which was insulting. On the other hand, she’d handed him an easy dare to win, so he shouldn’t complain.
    Teaching Ashley a sexy lesson or two would be a pleasure.
    The villa was good and dark when he returned. He debated knocking on the door—or just going to the front desk and getting a second key card—but where was the fun in that? Possibly he’d lost his mind, needling his not-so-sweet bride like that, but what was done was done, and he wasn’t sleeping on the porch. Their goodnight kiss had been hot, even hotter than their first kiss. She’d opened up beneath his mouth, sexy and determined. And she hadn’t stopped him, either. In fact, she had given as good as she got. Ashley always kept up in any contest, so it figured she’d turn their kiss into a marathon.
    Slipping into the palm trees surrounding the villa, he worked his way to the stone wall around the outdoor bathroom. It took only seconds to pull himself up on top. Jesus. The resort definitely wasn’t concerned about security. He dropped down silently on the other side. He hadn’t seen much of the villas’ interiors on his previous undercover mission on the island. Mostly he’d delivered towels in his guise as a pool boy, and staff quarters were nowhere near as plush as this bathroom. Guess that explained why his credit card had all but expired of heart failure earlier.
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