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bells and whistles.” As he said it, he realized how true a statement that was. Just kissing Abby last night had been ten times more intoxicating than some of the more down and dirty romps he’d had with other women in his past.
    “Hmm.” She rolled over onto her back and stared up at the ceiling, silently thoughtful, a small smile playing on her lips.
    Good god, what was she thinking now? Already, this kinky interview from hell had him ten degrees past aroused. His own fault for coming in here, really. It was way past time for him to leave. But just as he stood to go grab what was undoubtedly going to be a very cold shower, she sat back up.
    “Hey, can you toss me my lotion?” She pointed at the dresser behind him. “My legs get so dry here in the summers.”
    Such an innocent request and yet…not. He was sure this was going to be a look but don’t touch deal with her lathering up those gorgeous legs of hers while he sat there like schmuck. He narrowed his eyes and began listing all the ways he was going to pay her back for this when her two-week stay here was up . Slapping an unaffected look on his face, he passed her the lotion, forcibly blocking all the erotic lotion-inspired images that were attempting to take over his brain. Evil woman . Only a day into their no-sex agreement and already he was closer to begging than he’d care to admit.
    While avoiding direct eye contact with the skin smoothing extravaganza, his gaze strayed to the partially open plastic bag sitting atop her dresser. It was over at the other end but he recognized the hot purple logo on the bag immediately.
    Just like that, every muscle in his body stopped working.
    Well, save one, that is.
    The bag was from an adult novelty shop his friend Kim owned just a little north of here. He could only make out two of the items in the bag but they were enough to send his blood pressure skyrocketing—the tiniest pair of sheer white panties that would effectively cover nothing and, Lord help him, a silver bullet vibrator. He was going to have a stroke.
    Stifling a groan over how the word ‘stroke’ instantly made him think about rubbing one off, he gripped the edge of the dresser like a man possessed. The door was just a few feet away. He could make it. But first he needed to get some much needed air into his lungs. Breathe, you moron!
    He dragged in a breath…and that’s when he heard it.
    The tiniest whisper of a giggle.
    “Why you little—”
    Connor lunged at Abby as she shrieked out in laughter and tried ducking around him to make for the door. Snatching her around the waist, he hoisted her cackling body over his shoulder and tossed her back onto the bed. “You set me up.”
    Her giggles effervesced, the unliddable glee in her eyes giving zero credence to all her perfectly scandalized denials.
    He trapped her under him, burying his grin against the curve of her neck to soak in the unfamiliar experience of having fun with a woman in bed without sex being a factor. Skimming a smile over her collarbone, he felt the gasp she couldn’t contain like a shot of spiked adrenaline racing through his veins. Heading straight for his heart.
    It took more effort than usual to block its path.
    Thankfully, the feel of her hands sliding tentatively across his back was a strong enough distraction to shut off his over-worried brain. He focused instead on grazing his mouth along her soft skin once again, teasing her nowhere near as much as she was teasing him.
    “You planted that wicked little bag-o-fun there for me to find. Didn’t you?”
    The woman could’ve won an Oscar for the gasp she flung back. “Now why would I go and do something like that?”
    Connor tamped down his urge to laugh and nipped at her earlobe instead. “To drive me up the freakin' wall? Send me bursting through my zipper?” A grin broke through on its own accord. “Though I guess I should be flattered to be the reason you bought all that stuff.”
    The cutest derisive snort he’d