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Yummy on a stick...

Loralei’s mouth went dry when she saw the man from the docks. Tall and muscular. The kind of guy whose mere presence commanded attention.

Bringing her glass to her lips, she gulped down a huge swallow to relieve the pressure. It didn’t quite work... Especially when she realized the blond surf god was heading straight for her.

Leaning down, he brushed his lips against hers, warm and soft.

Her mouth dropped open—she wasn’t sure if the gesture was an invitation for him to kiss her again or because she knew she should say something, like Who the hell are you?

Before she could decide, his solid body was pressing against her, urging her to slide over into the corner of the booth. And she did, which left her a little miffed and seriously bewildered.

The heat of him seeped into her flesh. The hem of her shorts had ridden up her thigh at some point and she could feel the rub of his skin against hers, smooth to hair-roughened.

She found her voice enough to ask, “Who are you?”

“Jack,” he said, dipping his head and brushing the single word across the sensitive shell of her ear. Then he pulled back and smiled down at her, managing to fill his expression with kindness, sensuality and predatory promise.

Oh, this guy was trouble. The kind of man who got whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it...