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    Erin Nicholas
    He brushed the stiff point again, watching her face the whole time. She moaned and then whispered his name. That was his undoing.
    He swiped his thumb through the still-wet pain on the curve of her breast, then took the nipple between thumb and first finger, plucking and rolling. She gasped.
    “ Yes .”
    Her legs moved restlessly on the table and Mac glanced down her body. Damn, she looked good.
    Arching and straining, moving under his hands, wanting more.
    Looking back at her face, he finally did what he’d been stupidly convincing himself he could avoid forever. He kissed her, with every ounce of lust she’d stirred up within him. She cupped the back of his head in both hands and held him close, kissing him back with abandon and coming off the table as he lifted her then twisted, sitting on the edge of the table and pulling her into his lap. Their lips pressed, their tongues stroked, their breathing grew more labored as he continued to pleasure her breasts until she was practically whimpering.
    “Mac, Mac, please,” she panted against his mouth.
    “I can’t, Sara.” God, what was he doing? He didn’t stop. He did acknowledge the stupidity of what he’d started.
    “Let’s go…” She gasped as he kissed her neck. “My room…”
    “No,” he said against the sweet skin behind her ear. “Can’t.”
    “Have to,” she managed.
    “No.”
    “But—”
    Reluctantly and with more will power than he would have ever given himself credit for, he lifted his head. He looked down at her, hair tousled, lips swollen, eyes glazed, breasts and nipples covered in smudges that had once been pink hearts. His shirt was ruined too, giant splotches of still-wet paint all over the front.
    “I shouldn’t have started something I can’t finish.”
    She grabbed the front of his shirt, paint and all. “You can finish it.”
    “But I won’t.”
    She stared at him for a moment in obvious disbelief. Then, “Aaarrgh!” She slid off his lap, retied the sarong and reached behind her for the ties of her bikini top as she stomped to the front of the shop.
    He was a little slower moving, considering the massive erection he was carrying with him.
    “You’re an idiot, Mac,” Sara informed him when he joined her at the front.
    “I know.” He extracted a hundred-dollar bill and handed it to Sara’s tattoo artist. It was easily twice what he owed. Then he took hold of Sara’s elbow and headed for the door.
    “A serious idiot,” she repeated once out on the sidewalk.
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    “I know. I should have never started…”
    “I want to sleep with you!” she exclaimed, completely disregarding the other people along the sidewalk. “I will do anything you want to do. I’ve been studying for this! I know all the sexual terms, I…” Mac stopped and she plowed into him before she realized she needed to stop too.
    “All what sexual terms?”
    “I went on this website where they talk to men about sex. Like the best position to give oral sex in and the best way to achieve an orgasm and…”
    “What terms?” Mac ground out. Oral sex, orgasms… Exactly the conversation he wanted to be having with Sara.
    “Oh. Like…” She smiled at him. “Corkscrew.”
    That was absolutely, positively his limit.
    He wasn’t going to last a day, not to mention the four her letter had said she was staying.
    He needed her to shut up. And stop standing so close to him. And smelling so good. And everything else. “You need to drink.”
    “Not that kind of corkscrew, Mac. It’s when a man uses his fingers—”
    “Shut up, Sara.”
    She blinked up at him. “ What ?”
    “I said shut up. Do not open your mouth again until you’re putting liquor in it.” He raised his arm to hail a cab.
    “But I—”
    “Seriously.” It had to have been the tone in his voice. Not commanding, for a change, but pleading.
    She shut up.
    The orange umbrella drinks