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zeroed in on the source of the muffled cries.
    She wasn’t hurt as he’d previously thought, but asleep. Asleep, and in danger of drowning in that deep-jetted tub. Matt made a move to open the door when the sound of her soft snoring was cut off by gentle choking. She’d obviously let herself sink too low in the water. Glancing in the mirror, he saw her sit up a bit and roll her head on the cushioned neck-rest. From this new angle, Matt could see those dark cocoa-colored breasts he’d admired from the street. The mirror was giving him the perfect view of her prone body.
    Dammit, what was wrong with him? He knew it wasn’t right for him to be standing here staring at her, but he was helpless to turn away. If he were a gentleman he’d go back downstairs right this minute and close the front door and go home.   No one had ever accused him of being a gentleman before.
     
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    Karrington stared into the huge mirror through hooded eyes. From her vantage point, she could see the door to the bathroom and the image of a man standing slightly to the side of it.   She’d recognized those green eyes the moment she’d opened hers. He was a firefighter. He’d actually been over to hang out with Dréa and Laura a couple of times since they’d had their “incident.”    Matt, yeah, that was his name. He and his twin brother were definitely drool-worthy. She wondered what it would take to get the Divas to write her a little tale about a tryst between her and one of the twins. Something hot and steamy that she could commit to memory.
    Truthfully, she’d already been dreaming about him while the little jets on the tub worked their magic on her tired muscles. Scooting lower into the deep tub, Karrington adjusted her angle so she could get a better view of the hunk peeking at her. She should be outraged, afraid, something. But she wasn’t. What she was was turned on. She felt a warm, wet heat between her thighs that had nothing to do with the tub full of water that would soon be pruning her skin.
    From her new angle she not only had a better view of her guest, she had also created an unbelievable angle for one of the jets to force water between her thighs. The moment the stream hit her honey box, she let out a startled moan. It felt so good she couldn’t simply pretend to be asleep anymore. Sucking her full lower lip into her mouth, she braced her feet against the end of the tub and brought her hands out of the water to cup her full breasts. Risking one final glance in the mirror, Karrington proceeded to put on a show for her voyeur.
    Matt couldn’t believe his eyes. He’d at first been worried about the gorgeous female drowning in the tub, but when he’d heard those sweet little mewling noises he knew there was no chance of that. She might still be asleep, but whatever she was dreaming must be equal to what he was seeing. The hot little wanton was going at it in her sleep, and damned if he wasn’t fighting the urge to whip out his cock and stroke along with her. When she slid farther down into the tub and cupped her breast, Matt swore he could smell her arousal across the room
    “OH GOD,” he thought, “this isn’t right; I should not be here.”
    Backing away, he was just about to turn and leave when he heard her call his name.
    “Matt, mmmmmmmm, oh Matt, yes.”
    Pushing the bathroom door open as quietly as he could, he came just inches farther into the room, his eyes glued to her image in the mirror. When she arched her back, her face was brought clearly into view for the first time. Matt instantly recognized the spokeswoman. They’d met briefly a couple of times this week. She’d been picking up prepared statements from the two authors, and he’d been coming to get his ass handed to him on whatever PlayStation3 or Wii game Dréa and Laura picked.
    God, he’d thought she was hot. There was a little zing when they’d shaken hands, but he’d never thought she’d be that interested in him. Hearing his