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face gave him an excuse, and being a bit rattled from the fall made his lack of gallantry understandable. Then again, he dared any man with a grain of sense to look away when something that beautiful was in his line of sight.
    “Are you okay?” Her fingers threaded through his hair, as though searching for bumps to explain his lack of response. She glanced over her shoulder at Ty and Luke. “His name’s Derrick, right?”
    Luke was gaping at her like a hooked bass. “Uh, yeah. Derrick. His name’s Derrick.”
    “Derrick.” She raised her voice slightly. “How many fingers am I holding up?”
    She was waving three digits in front of his eyes, but all Derrick could think about were the two gorgeous, rounded, rosy-tipped globes that graced her chest. “Two,” he whispered. “There are two of them.” Licking his lips, he imagined what it would be like to suckle the luscious nipples he was already caressing with his eyes. “And they’re absolutely beautiful.”
    At first, she seemed shocked by his level of incoherence, but as the meaning of his comment sank in, her entire body blushed. She drew back, crossing her arms over her chest. Derrick winced. That was a dumb thing to say. Though it was perfectly true.
    “Oh, please. Don’t hide them. They might be the last things I see before I die.”
    Luke’s smile was wicked. “What a way to go.” He wasn’t looking at her chest, though. He was staring at her ass.
    Derrick had to revise his assessment of her nudity. She was wearing a thong, and he could only imagine what her butt must’ve looked like with only a thin strip of fabric separating the cheeks—even disappearing between them. The mere thought had his balls tingling like crazy, and he didn’t give a damn if Angelica could spot the bulge in his jeans or not. On the other hand…“My right leg feels kinda numb. Maybe you should check my femoral pulse.”
    Angelica started to reach toward his groin, but obviously thought better of it, tucking her hand back under the opposite breast.
    Each of her hands was holding a soft, delectable tit. Derrick gazed at them with envy. “Wish those were my hands.”
    Angelica gasped. “He’s delirious!”
    “No, he isn’t,” Luke said bluntly. “He’s an incurable slut. But that’s part of his charm.”

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    Luke O’Malley heaved a sigh of relief. He’d been frightened out of his wits when Derrick fell, but with Angelica mooning him, all he could think about now was ripping off her thong and sinking his stiffening cock into that perfect ass. Shaped like an upside-down heart, it was the answer to his wildest erotic dreams—those that concerned women, anyway. When it came to men, Derrick had the hottest butt he’d ever seen, and Ty ran a close second. Luke was already salivating at the thought of biting into that succulent behind when he felt a pang of envy for Derrick’s view of her rack, along with a touch of jealousy that Ty was also getting a good, long look at her posterior assets.
    “Can we fuck you?” The words were out of Luke’s mouth before the thought registered in his brain.
    “Will you two please shut up?” Ty snatched up a robe that lay draped across the antique dresser in the corner. “You’re embarrassing her to death.”
    Ty didn’t waste any time getting close enough to wrap Angelica up in the silky fabric. The traitor. “Yeah, there you go, being noble,” Luke said. “Too bad she wasn’t the one who fell through the roof.”
    “Excuse me?” Angelica might have been embarrassed, but she still had spunk. “You wish I had been the one to fall through the roof?”
    “That’s not what I meant,” Luke mumbled. “I just meant that he ought to be more worried about Derrick than whether or not you’ve got any clothes on.”
    Ty let go of Angelica with obvious reluctance and extended a hand to Derrick. “C’mon, man. You’re not hurt.”
    “But I could have internal injuries,” Derrick protested, though he did manage to