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done for her so far today was cause her to spill her coffee.
    She didn’t need that, no matter how her body was reacting to his presence.
    “ Lo siento , I’m sorry. Again. Can I start over?” He gently grasped her arm and leaned into her back, his hard length pressed against her ass. She paused at the recognition of his arousal.
    “How far back do you want to go? Five minutes? Last night? Would that be before or after you went all psycho on me and started a fight with my friend’s brother-in-law … or whatever he is.”
    A soft chuckle came out of his mouth on a breath of air, precariously close to her exposed neck. “I’ll gladly go back anywhere in time if it means you’ll look me in the eye again like I hung the moon. Please allow me to apologize for my behavior, both last night and today.” He leaned closer and nibbled kisses along her neck and collarbone. Her damn head lulled to the side on its own accord to give the bastard better access.
    She nearly dropped the coffee this time. Luckily, he was paying attention and grabbed the cup before she had completely released it.
    Without breaking contact with her heating skin, she heard the clink of the mug as he set it on the counter. The arm he’d reached across her to use for that necessity did not, however, return to the safety of his side. Instead it wrapped snuggly around her middle, just under her breasts, hugging her against him.
    His chest was as rock-hard as it looked.
    Lindsey’s eyes rolled back into her head and a soft moan escaped her parted lips, just loud enough to shake some sense into her.
    “Stop that,” she uttered with no conviction. “I’m mad at you.”
    “I know you are. I’m trying to make you unmad. Is that a word?”
    Who cares?
    Her mind whirled. She had to break contact with him this instant. He was currently the enemy. Her body hummed to a different tune. Desperately seeking more of his touch. His arm brushed against her bare skin beneath her chest where her damn robe had once again fallen open. If he would just reach around with his free hand and grasp her breasts…
    As if he were telepathic, he did just that. Not quite as firmly as her body demanded, but still, he began to gently fondle one breast and then the other, weighing each one in his hand before he brushed over a nipple with his thumb. The caress was so light, it could have been in her mind. Again, who cares? If her mind deemed to conjure up an image that fine without the repercussions, so be it.
    The warmth of Alejandro’s hand heated her skin, where her robe hung open. Last night’s sexy tidbits were getting their intended use after all.
    “ Qué linda eres .”
    Whatever that meant really didn’t matter. It was so sexy when he spoke to her in Spanish.
    “ Te quiero, cariña .”
    “Damn it, Ramos. You said you were going to see if she was up, not fuck her in the kitchen.”
    The harsh words jerked Lindsey from her sexual stupor and she yanked herself out of Alex’s grasp, pulling her robe as tight as possible around her.
    Embarrassed beyond measure, she turned to face… “Ryan?” She should have recognized that voice from last night, but it was so much like Justin’s, and she’d heard so few words from him…
    Wait, what?
    She groaned loudly. “Not this again. What is up with you miscreants?”
    “I had things under control, Masters. Until you showed up, anyway.”
    “Under control? What am I? A challenge?”
    “No, of course not.” Ryan stepped forward.
    “Get out. Both of you. Go outside and wrestle in the mud or something. Alex, you’re standing on thin ice with me. And, you, Ryan, if you want Alex for yourself … you can have him.” She stomped form the room, heading back to the guest bedroom.
    Jeez, she wished she’d grabbed that damn coffee on her way out.

    *
    “What the fuck is wrong with you, Masters?” Alejandro glared at Ryan, his blood boiling. And his cock was harder than a nail from brushing up against Lindsey’s fine