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olive in her martini and brought it to her lips, letting her tongue play over it before she took it into her mouth.
    Instantly, Cecil was hard. Not even a monk would have been unaffected by her charm.
    But Cecil played dumb, once again discussing her marriage. “Well, you’re still together. So many couples don’t make it past the two-year itch.” Cecil raised an eyebrow. “True love, I’m sure.”
    In response, Tamara tilted her head to the side and gave him a slow once-over, biting her bottom lip as she did.
    True love his ass. But he was having fun playing this game. “So, Lionel…has he always had…a problem?”
    Tamara raised her eyes to Cecil’s, giving him a level stare. “If you’re asking whether or not he’s ever fucked me right, the answer is no.”
    Tamara’s vulgarity shocked Cecil, but it also turned him on. “Sorry to hear that.” He sipped his scotch, wetting his throat. “Must be hard.”
    “Honey, if it was hard, that would have been a start.” Tamara erupted in giggles, then downed the dregs of hermartini. As her laughter faded, she added sadly, “God, it’s been a nightmare ,” as if she’d always been faithful to her sexually challenged husband.
    “A beautiful woman like you…” Cecil tsked . “I can’t imagine you living without sex.” He ran a finger along her palm in a circular pattern. “ Very good sex. You strike me as a very passionate person who has a lot to give.”
    “Baby, you don’t know the kind of passion I’ve got pent up after all these years.”
    “I can imagine.”
    Boldly, Tamara trailed her fingers up his thigh. “Why imagine?”
    Before Cecil could answer, Tamara had thrown her arms around his neck and kissed him silly.
    Cecil couldn’t have asked for an easier mark. And it was a bonus that she was gorgeous. Sleeping with her was easy—not to mention pretty damn incredible. She had an insatiable sexual appetite, as if she hadn’t been laid right in several years.
    There was no doubt she was smitten with him. And not only could Tamara not get enough of him, she liked living on the edge. She’d sneak him into her Star Island home when the husband was gone for a few hours; often, Cecil barely escaped in the nick of time. And when her husband was out of town, she had Cecil over the moment he was gone, as if his name was on the deed to the million-dollar property.
    After a three-day lovemaking marathon one time when her husband was away, Cecil had finally gotten up the nerve to break into Tamara’s safe and take a few of her more expensive jewelry items.
    Eddie had been very pleased.
    So had Cecil. The pieces had netted them over one hundred and forty thousand dollars. And after a good week, Cecil had thought he was home free—until Tamara had noticed that the jewelry was missing. Cecil had quickly admitted to taking the pieces, but had assured her he’d done so to have them cleaned. Why hadn’t he told her? Tamara had asked. Why sneak into her safe? Well, because it was going to be a surprise, of course, Cecil had lied. Then he’d slipped his hand beneath her skirt and quickly gotten her excited. She wouldn’t ask any more questions in bed.
    His answer had seemed to pacify her, especially when he returned the jewelry a few days later. But only days after that, Tamara started acting suspicious. She wanted to know where he’d brought the jewelry, and had wondered aloud if it didn’t look a little different. Cecil didn’t have any answers for her, so he’d started avoiding her.
    Her call to his home in Coconut Grove a week later confirmed that she knew the jewelry was fake; she’d sensed something was wrong and had brought the pieces in to have them appraised. At first, Cecil had panicked, not sure what to do. However, shortly afterward, he’d relaxed. The way he figured it, Tamara would have to keep her mouth shut about the theft, because if she told her old man about it, she’d have to admit that she’d not only had a lover, but she’d