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back at her. “You’re perfect. Soft where you should be, firm were I like you firm.” He reached around and cupped her breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze that had her arching her back just a little. “Like here,” he said as his voice dipped to a sexy timber that made her shiver in delight.
    “Now do you understand why?” he whispered as he slid his hands lower.
    She nodded. Her gaze followed his fingers as they feathered slowly down her body. One hand moved between her legs and cupped her pussy. She sighed as he gently massaged his hand over her mound, teasing her with gentle pressure against her labia.
    “You also have a beautiful heart, Sinclair,” he whispered. “I’ve seen it. I’ve seen that soft-hearted side you try so hard to hide sometimes for fear someone will take advantage of you.”
    She bit at her lower lip, knowing he was right. If he kept this up, she’d be all over him in a flat second. A knock sounded at the door and she stiffened, glancing toward the living area through the open bedroom door.
    “Who the hell is that?” she asked.
    Marcus chuckled as he pulled his hand away. “Breakfast. I ordered it when I saw you were up.”
    She watched him stroll out of the bedroom in nothing but his pajama pants. His ass looked so good, his back was strong and tan, his shoulders wide and thick. Just looking at him made her even wetter than she already was to begin with.
    He glanced back at her and grinned. “You better close that robe, sweetheart. I don’t want the staff thinking that’s part of their tip.”
    She started and quickly grabbed the edges of her robe, pulling them around her as he opened the door.
    “Good morning.” He stepped aside, allowing the staff to bring in the breakfast trays.
    When she saw how many he’d ordered, she walked over and lifted the lids to investigate. “Jeez, Marcus. Hungry?”
    He gave her a look that set her hormones ablaze. “Always.”
    She set the lid back over the eggs and bacon and stepped out of the way of the staff.
    “Would you like us to serve as well?” a young man asked.
    “No, thank you.” Marcus handed each of them a tip. “I think we’ve got it from here.”
    They grinned knowingly before leaving the room. Marcus shut the door firmly behind them and turned to face her. The hunger blazing in his eyes made her heart race wildly, but her growling stomach ruined the mood. Her face flushed red at the sound as Marcus chuckled.
    “I think maybe we should eat something,” she murmured as she pulled a plate from the kitchen cabinets and began to pick through the abundance of food. “It looks like there’s enough here for two days,” she said with a smile as she picked some strawberries from the bowl.
    “I always eat a big breakfast.” He grabbed a plate and joined her at the dining table.
    “That’s right, you do.” She remembered all their breakfasts out. “At the hotels, though, you usually went for a run before breakfast.”
    “Yeah. I’ll have to do that later.”
    She smiled over at him, then reached for the spoon nestled in the fluffy scrambled eggs. Marcus took his workouts seriously, which was evident by his fabulous physique.
    “Let’s take this outside.” He grabbed the coffee thermos as well as his plate and headed out the sliding glass door.
    Sinclair followed him, enjoying the cool morning breeze as it blew in from the ocean.
    “We have two more days here.” He took a seat next to her at the small table. “Or more if the plane needs more work.”
    “Oh, I forgot about the plane. What if you can’t get it fixed?”
    He glanced at her and shrugged. “I’m sure we can, but if not, the island has a plane. That’s what most of the guests fly in on.”
    “You seem to have done your research on this place.” She took a bite of eggs. “I just went on what the boss sent me.”
    Marcus had a strange expression on his face before it disappeared. “I needed to know about the landing strip. The length and