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She drank it
greedily, sucking him dry, licking him clean.
    Mac’s legs wavered. He wheezed out a breath then gasped for
more.
    “Hold on to my shoulders,” she murmured.
    He gripped her head even tighter.
    Good enough. Jodi pushed his clothes down to his feet. His
thighs and calves were strikingly muscular, pleasantly hairy, his bronze skin
unbroken by tan lines, undoubtedly because he swam in the nude. God.
    “I gotta sit,” he panted.
    “Oh sure. Sorry. Hold on to me while I help you with your
clothes.”
    He dug his fingers into her skull.
    She winced. “Ah, hold on to my shoulders. Please.”
    Once he’d gripped her there, she worked fast, tugging his
jeans and boxer briefs off one foot then the other. With the garments free of
him, she tossed them aside.
    Mac sank so fast, his knees cracked against the floor. Jodi
made a face at the awful sound.
    “You okay?”
    He gagged out a “yes.”
    She grabbed a towelette and tore open the small packet.
    Mac struggled with his tee, trying to get it off, failing
miserably. The shirt was stuck on his head and elbows.
    “Give me a sec,” she said, cleaning her hands with the
moist, lemony-scented square. “I’ll help.”
    He muttered something Jodi didn’t understand and fought the
garment, finally yanking it off.
    A wayward sunbeam grazed his powerful tat, bruising biceps,
pecs and torso. Nothing but bronze skin and taut muscles, his abs so defined
they looked sculpted. Tuffs of black hair peeked from his pits.
    The room twirled again.
    Mac let out a prolonged sigh then gasped, “Thanks.”
    She eased his hair behind his ear and touched his black
stud, liking how smooth it felt beneath her fingertips and how great the
earring looked on him. “My pleasure.”
    “It will be.” He took another few minutes to calm his
breathing and to yawn lustily then finally lifted his face. His eyes were
hooded, his grin surprisingly alert and sinful. “Now it’s your turn.”
    Jodi’s mouth went dry in anticipation and more than a little
dread at him seeing her naked in all this light. Suddenly the sun seemed
determined to violate the space, turning the pretty things hazy and golden
while revealing every defect in the not-so-pretty things. “You don’t need to
take a nap?”
    “Sure. When I’m eighty. Right now I want you naked.” He
wiggled his eyebrows.
    As cute as he looked, that didn’t persuade Jodi to strip.
“Can we actually do anything?” she blurted, suddenly remembering the obvious.
“I mean I’m not protected.” Until now, she’d had no reason to be. There hadn’t
been a lot of guys wanting to sleep with her.
    Mac patted her thigh. “Got it covered.”
    Jodi stared at his cock. All tuckered out from what she’d
done. She wanted to kiss it. “You’ve had a vasectomy?”
    “Hell no.” He paused to yawn again then pushed to his feet,
wavering slightly.
    Jodi reached out to catch him. “Are you all right?”
    “Perfect.” He kissed her knuckles. “Be right back.” After
shuffling a few steps, Mac stopped and turned to her. “When I get back, I want
you wearing nothing but skin.”
    Her pulse raced.
    Studying her, he finally murmured, “Please.”
    His sweet request brought tears to Jodi’s eyes, smearing her
vision even more. Without her glasses, he soon became a blur. From the sounds he
made, she guessed he’d gone into his office. He probably had a stash of condoms
there that he used when he slept with the perfect models he photographed, like
the ones who’d be here later to—
    Don’t do this to yourself. He wants you…at least for now.
Go for it.
    She sneaked a peek at the windowed wall, thinking of the car
and foot traffic below. Thank god they were on the upper floor with the sun
shimmering off the glass, invisible to all, even pilots in copters. With too
much doubt, she peeled off her jeans, her tee then her panties and bra. Feeling
horribly exposed, Jodi was about to sink to the floor and hug her knees to her
chest when she thought