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Authors: Anne Marsh
Tags: <div><p></p><p>Winner takes it all...off </p><p>Former diving champion Piper Clark never loses. Unfortunately, if she doesn't land this lucrative contract, her diving business will fail. Worse still, it will be at the hands of her childhood nemesis, Cal Brennan--six feet of hard, rugged former Navy SEAL. So Piper proposes a wager: whoever loses the diving contract must take orders from the winner...in bed. </p><p>Cal needs this contract for his own reasons. A former rescue swimmer, he may be having a few issues with diving since his last mission ended, but Piper doesn't need to know that. Something about her impulsive nature makes Cal rise to the bait, and there's nothing he'd like more than to show Piper exactly what rules are good for. </p><p>All bets are on. And someone's about to start playing dirty....</p></div>
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usual mood.
Was that a “yes, do it again”? With his tongue, he traced the line where her lips met, his hands curving
into the small of her back, his fingers skimming bare skin where her shirt had ridden up. Definitely a “yes,
do it again” from him.
She kissed him and the soft contact was all it took to set his head spinning more wildly than the swings.
Just like that, he forgot they didn’t like each other and that they were, in fact, competing for the same job.
Her lips brushed his, teasing and candy sweet, and his pulse hammered out of control.
Piper was kissing him.
It should have seemed strange or awkward, but somehow, all her touch felt like to him was right. He’d
known her for years and never imagined doing this. She pressed into him, centrifugal force pinning her
against his chest as the ride swung them briefly out over the ocean, but his arm around her waist kept her
there when the ride evened out.
Piper kissed with her eyes open. The look on her face was intent, fierce and more than a little puzzled.
That made two of them. Her ponytail flew out behind her as the swings turned, curly strands escaping every
which way. The pink flush on her cheeks had nothing to do with makeup. With Piper, what you saw was
what you got.
He only wished he knew why she wanted to kiss him.
Curiosity got the better of him, however, so he gently ran his fingers down her eyes, coaxing her to shut
them. He couldn’t turn his head off with her staring at him. Couldn’t lose himself in her. She drove him
crazy, but right now kissing her was absolutely what he wanted to be doing, so he angled his mouth over
hers, taking control of it.
She whispered his name as he kissed her slowly, deeply, slipping inside her mouth and swallowing the
small hums of sound she made. She curled tighter against him and he held on, as if letting go suddenly
wasn’t an option and not just because she might fly off the swing. She tasted like saltwater taffy and
sunlight, all the good things in life. She didn’t do this any more quietly than she did anything, however. She
made noise. Lots and lots of noise. Hums and groans, gasps and a sexy whimper that made him wish they
were anywhere but in public.
Threading a hand through her hair, he cupped her head. She didn’t pull away, just moaned, and the raw
sound jolted through him, so he kissed her some more.
The ride slowed.
He lifted his head. She pulled back, sliding out of his lap. The swing coasted lower and lower,
momentum lost, the Pleasure Pier coming into focus. He might as well have posted a picture on Facebook,
because the entire resident population of Discovery Island would know about the kiss before tomorrow
morning. Way to go, sailor.
His feet bumped the ground, and Lenny immediately headed their way, a big grin splitting his face.
“I should charge you double,” the old man snorted.
Piper laughed, snagging her bag of taffy from Cal’s pocket. “Like you haven’t seen riders kiss before.”
She didn’t deny what had happened, didn’t seem bothered at all. No, he was the only one who felt off
balance. On the other hand—he grinned as Lenny unhooked their swing to let them out—winning, and
losing, had never looked so good. He wanted the contract and the woman—winner take all.
“I’m looking forward to winning our bet,” she said throatily. Then she hopped down with a jaunty, “See
you,” and sashayed down the pier.
Right. The bet he’d been so determined to call off...and that he now had every intention of winning,
because holding Piper in his arms for a night suddenly sounded a whole letter better—not to mention hotter
—than any contract.
6
APPARENTLY, SHE DIDN’T have to like someone in order to kiss him. Piper’s brain had insisted on
replaying last night’s embrace over and over, much to the delight of other body parts. She’d had no idea Cal
kissed so well. Sure, the outward package was hot as hell, but she’d assumed his
Was that a “yes, do it again”? With his tongue, he traced the line where her lips met, his hands curving
into the small of her back, his fingers skimming bare skin where her shirt had ridden up. Definitely a “yes,
do it again” from him.
She kissed him and the soft contact was all it took to set his head spinning more wildly than the swings.
Just like that, he forgot they didn’t like each other and that they were, in fact, competing for the same job.
Her lips brushed his, teasing and candy sweet, and his pulse hammered out of control.
Piper was kissing him.
It should have seemed strange or awkward, but somehow, all her touch felt like to him was right. He’d
known her for years and never imagined doing this. She pressed into him, centrifugal force pinning her
against his chest as the ride swung them briefly out over the ocean, but his arm around her waist kept her
there when the ride evened out.
Piper kissed with her eyes open. The look on her face was intent, fierce and more than a little puzzled.
That made two of them. Her ponytail flew out behind her as the swings turned, curly strands escaping every
which way. The pink flush on her cheeks had nothing to do with makeup. With Piper, what you saw was
what you got.
He only wished he knew why she wanted to kiss him.
Curiosity got the better of him, however, so he gently ran his fingers down her eyes, coaxing her to shut
them. He couldn’t turn his head off with her staring at him. Couldn’t lose himself in her. She drove him
crazy, but right now kissing her was absolutely what he wanted to be doing, so he angled his mouth over
hers, taking control of it.
She whispered his name as he kissed her slowly, deeply, slipping inside her mouth and swallowing the
small hums of sound she made. She curled tighter against him and he held on, as if letting go suddenly
wasn’t an option and not just because she might fly off the swing. She tasted like saltwater taffy and
sunlight, all the good things in life. She didn’t do this any more quietly than she did anything, however. She
made noise. Lots and lots of noise. Hums and groans, gasps and a sexy whimper that made him wish they
were anywhere but in public.
Threading a hand through her hair, he cupped her head. She didn’t pull away, just moaned, and the raw
sound jolted through him, so he kissed her some more.
The ride slowed.
He lifted his head. She pulled back, sliding out of his lap. The swing coasted lower and lower,
momentum lost, the Pleasure Pier coming into focus. He might as well have posted a picture on Facebook,
because the entire resident population of Discovery Island would know about the kiss before tomorrow
morning. Way to go, sailor.
His feet bumped the ground, and Lenny immediately headed their way, a big grin splitting his face.
“I should charge you double,” the old man snorted.
Piper laughed, snagging her bag of taffy from Cal’s pocket. “Like you haven’t seen riders kiss before.”
She didn’t deny what had happened, didn’t seem bothered at all. No, he was the only one who felt off
balance. On the other hand—he grinned as Lenny unhooked their swing to let them out—winning, and
losing, had never looked so good. He wanted the contract and the woman—winner take all.
“I’m looking forward to winning our bet,” she said throatily. Then she hopped down with a jaunty, “See
you,” and sashayed down the pier.
Right. The bet he’d been so determined to call off...and that he now had every intention of winning,
because holding Piper in his arms for a night suddenly sounded a whole letter better—not to mention hotter
—than any contract.
6
APPARENTLY, SHE DIDN’T have to like someone in order to kiss him. Piper’s brain had insisted on
replaying last night’s embrace over and over, much to the delight of other body parts. She’d had no idea Cal
kissed so well. Sure, the outward package was hot as hell, but she’d assumed his
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