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His enthusiasm for the resort encouraged her. Hopefully, that enthusiasm would make him buy the place and all

her problems would be solved. She would miss the resort terribly, but at least if she had to sell it, it was good to

know it was going to such a nice guy.

"Would you like some champagne?" She rose and stepped toward the table.

She tugged the bottle from the ice bucket and poured the bubbly wine into the two glasses. The way his gaze

stole across her body made her blood boil.

Shane watched as she took a sip then drew an ice cube from the bucket and, watching him with a seductive

smile, dragged the ice over her nipple. He watched the nipple harden and protrude, liquid dripping from the tip

as her hot flesh melted the cube—just as she was melting him to a boneless mass of need. She dragged the cube

over the other nipple and he licked his lips, his mouth watering to taste one of those hard nubs of flesh.

She sauntered toward him, holding out one of the flutes. As he accepted it, her damp, gloved fingertips brushed

his hand. Damp from the ice, which had touched those lovely nipples.

"Cheers." She held her glass toward him and clinked it with his, then they both sipped.

The bubbles danced around his mouth, then down his throat. He took another sip, watching her.

"What do you like best about the resort, Suzanne?" he asked.

Her eyes glinted. "Meeting sexy men like you."

She stepped away, her perfectly round, firm ass swaying. She stopped, her hands working in front of her, then

her pants dropped to the floor, leaving that glorious ass naked, with only a triangle of leather at the top and a

strap encircling her waist. A sexy, black leather thong. She turned around and the sight of her, wearing only long

black gloves, a tight black leather bodice with her naked nipples peeking out, and a narrow triangle of leather

covering her pussy, sent his heart rate skyrocketing.

She smiled and stroked her hands up her sides, then over her breasts. Her damp, gloved fingertips toyed with

her hard nipples. His cock strained painfully against his zipper.

She swayed toward him, a half smile curving her lips. She leaned forward, her puckered nipples pushing out

from the black leather, and brushed her lips against his cheek, then took his hands and drew him forward. He

rose to his feet, his gaze locked on those tantalizing nipples. She stroked her hands over his chest and around his

neck, tipping her face upward. He eased closer and gazed into her eyes, dark and simmering with pure lust.

He captured her lips and drew her against his body. Her full breasts crushed against him. He could feel her hard

nipples poking into his chest through the thin silk of his shirt.

His arms tightened around her. His tongue stormed past her lips and ravaged her mouth with overwhelming

passion.

Suzanne melted against his strong, muscular chest. God, this man was sexy.

Her heart thudded against her chest as she stroked over his bulge. She longed to feel that long, hard cock in her

hand . . . in her mouth.

She pushed him onto the chair and knelt in front of him, a smile curving her lips. The zipper of his pants slid

down easily and she grasped his big, rigid cock in her hand, stroking it within her satin-clad fingertips. But she

wanted to feel the heat of him. Flesh on flesh. She tugged off one glove, then the other, and tossed them aside.

He caressed her cheek as she wrapped her bare hand around his hot, steel rod and stroked.

Oh, wow, he was gorgeous. And being with him made her heart flutter.

She wrapped her lips around him and stroked downward, engulfing his cock-head in her mouth, lapping at the

bottom of the crown with her tongue. She stroked his bal s as she sucked.

"Honey, you're going to embarrass me if you keep that up. I want you so much I'm going to blow like a geyser."

He drew her forward onto his lap and kissed her, then eased around until she sat in the chair and he knelt facing

her. He smiled as his gaze danced over her body.

"That's quite an outfit you've got there."

He stroked one nipple, then leaned forward and licked the other. They throbbed with need. He licked and

sucked and she murmured her approval. As he drew hard on one nipple, she gasped, drawing near orgasm. He

toyed with the other and she moaned, pleasure spiking through her. One more tug and she exploded in orgasm,

gasping for breath.

He leaned back and gazed down at her, a smug, satisfied smile gracing his lips.

He tucked his fingers around the strap of her thong and drew it from her body. She parted her legs, ready for his

attention, her pussy aching with need. He leaned forward and licked her, then dabbed at her clit. She

whimpered.

He tucked his hands under her buttocks and lifted, then dove into her damp folds with enthusiasm. His tongue

dipped into her opening and he thrust several times, then slid upward and swirled over her clit. Then he sucked

lightly and every nerve ending exploded with pure pleasure. She clung to him, riding the wave of another

orgasm.

She stood up and twirled him around, then pushed him onto the chair. She knelt on the chair, her legs arching

over his lovely, steel erection and she grasped it and positioned it against her soaking wet pussy, then col apsed

down on him. The feel of his giant cock thrusting into her nearly set her off again. His hands cupped her bottom

as she lifted herself, then dropped again. They moved in a steady rhythm. Up and down, driving him into her.

Thrusting her to another mind-shattering orgasm.

"Oh yes." She bobbed up and down, grasping him within her. Hot fluid fil ed her womb as he climaxed.

Shane watched her ride him to completion, continuing to thrust as she wailed in a long, continuous orgasm.

Finally, she slowed and snuggled against his chest, his cock still buried deep inside her.

He held her close, stroking her silky cheek, enjoying her soft, warm breath on his skin. There was something very

special about this woman. Something he'd love to explore in more depth. What startled him was that he found

himself wishing she was not married.

Ty led Melissa into the restaurant. The theme was a drive-in movie where the booths were car seats—with a

front and back seat, the back offering a little more privacy. The front dash served as a table for food and drinks,

allowing a great view of the large screen in front of them, which currently showed a popular music video.

Ty had been yearning for Melissa al day and he knew it was deeper than lust. He wanted to touch her, to hold

her close. To be with her, because that made him feel complete. She enhanced his life in every way and he

hoped to convince her to be a part of it permanently.

But he couldn't ask her yet. First, he'd have to find a way to admit he'd been spying on her without having her

turn tail and run. Before he risked it, he wanted to enjoy this one last night at the club.

He slid his arm around Melissa's waist as she stepped into the metallic blue fifties-style car. He sat down beside

her and she snuggled close, her soft curves pressing against him.

"What'll you have?" A waitress stood by the side of the car, chewing gum and wearing an old-fashioned uniform.

"Sex with a Stranger for the lady and I'll have a draft."

She jotted on her pad, then hustled away. Melissa smiled at him and he smiled back, wanting to capture those

sweet lips with his own, but forcing himself to wait.

The waitress returned with their drinks, then went on to the next car. He grabbed his beer and took a deep

drink.

Melissa took a sip of her frothy pink drink. A little foam clung to her upper lip and he wanted to lick it from her

lips, but instead he brushed his thumb over her mouth. Her gaze caught his and the heat simmering in those

blue-green depths took his breath away.

He wanted the quiet intimacy of spending some private time together. Just the two of them in a romantic

setting.

"We should order." He handed her one of the glossy menus that stood on its end between the sugar shaker and

the napkin dispenser. He opened the other menu and studied it.

The waitress came by and took their order, then they watched the video—clips of old drive-in movie favorites—

while they held hands under the table. Ty knew that the video would change from B movies to erotic in about an

hour and he intended to hustle Melissa out of here before that, otherwise her newly discovered exhibitionist

tendencies would kick in and he'd probably lose his opportunity to have her to himself.

"Where is Suzanne this evening?" she asked as their meals arrived. The waitress set the fancy burgers on the

tray in front of them.

"Actually, she's with your husband." He watched her face, looking for any sign of jealousy. "Does that bother you?"

She might not be married to the guy, but that didn't mean they weren't involved. He wanted to know how big a

competition Shane Mason would be—because Ty intended to win Melissa. As far as Ty was concerned, Shane

and Melissa weren't married, so she was fair game.

"Does it bother you?" she asked.

He grinned. "I don't mind him playing with my wife as long as he doesn't mind me playing with you."

Her eyebrows furrowed. "But what about the whole thing? Being in a place like this, sharing your wife in such an

intimate way with other people?"

The thought of Melissa as his wife going off somewhere with another man made his chest clench. Hell, the

thought of her going back to the room she shared with Shane every night drove him crazy.

He could share her like he did last night, but only because they did the sharing together. Participating with other

people had heightened their arousal and attraction to each other, like a potent aphrodisiac.

Melissa's skin tingled as he cupped her face with one hand and leaned close, as if he were going to kiss her, and

her heart thudded at his intense gaze.

"If you were my wife, I'd never let you out of my sight."

His startling comment knocked the wind from her. If you were my wife. . .. She sucked in a breath as she realized

just how much she wished that could be true.

She expected him to capture her lips in a passionate kiss, but he didn't. He returned to eating his hamburger.

As much as she cared for Shane, she realized it was Ty she wanted to be with and her heart ached at the thought

that after this weekend, she would never see him again.

They had barely finished their meals when the waitress came by and cleared their plates away, then brought

them another round of drinks.

"Melissa, these past few day have been pretty spectacular. You and I seem to have something special."

Oh God, she didn't know where this was leading. The guy was married, so the only direction she could honestly

see it going was him asking her to fool around with him on the side.

"I was wondering. If you weren't married to Shane, and if I wasn't married to Suzanne . . . do you think you'd—"

Her cheeks drained of blood as she stared at him, trying not to show any sign of a reaction. Did he want to leave

his wife? For her?

"Ty, you're married to a wonderful woman. I couldn't be responsible for . . ." She shook her head, not wanting to utter the words out loud.

His hand covered hers.

"Relax, Melissa. I'm just talking theoretically. I wouldn't hurt Suzanne for anything in the world."

He tightened his fingers around hers and gazed into her eyes with a deep tenderness.

"Just tel me . . . If we lived in a different world, where we were both single, do you think you might . . . ?"

At his hesitation, she held her breath.

"Might what?" she finally prompted.

But he just shook his head. "Never mind. It's not real y something I can ask."

Damn. Ty clenched his fists under the table. What kind of fool was he? He couldn't just come out and ask the

woman if she'd fall in love with him.

Since he'd found out she wasn't real y married, he'd asked himself some tough questions and he'd come to the

conclusion that he loved Melissa. She was strong, yet she wasn't controlling and manipulative like Celia. Not that

he'd even place his sweet Melissa in the same category as Celia.

Melissa, on the other hand, hadn't had that opportunity, so even if she had feelings for him, she would deny

them. He might even scare her off. He'd seen the panic in her face when he'd broached the subject. Clearly,

she'd thought he wanted to divorce his wife and run off with her. Melissa wasn't the type of woman who would

break up a marriage.

Ty opened the door to the room he'd booked for this special night with Melissa. The soft light of candles, dozens

of them, set the room aglow, and vases of long-stemmed red roses perfumed the air. The large, four-poster bed

was turned back and the white sheets strewn with red rose petals.

The staff had followed his instructions to the letter. He smiled at the look of awe on Melissa's face.

"Oh Ty, it's . . . beautiful."

Melissa couldn't believe he'd arranged all of this. Romantic music played in the background and a bottle of

champagne sat chilling on a side table.

Ty closed the door behind them.

"I'm glad you like it."

His hand slid over her shoulder, then he stroked her hair behind her ear and kissed her.

"I wanted tonight to be special. I want to make love to you in a quiet, romantic setting. No other partners, no

spectators. Just the two of us."

Her heart swel ed at his words. It sounded so wonderful . . . so intimate . . .

So dangerously like a normal relationship.