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She slipped one hand inside the heavily draped four-poster. She thought she could hear him breathing. Her palm closed on warm, smooth skin. Oh yeah, he was in there.

The bed frame squeaked as she moved across the mattress. Her fingers slid over the firm ridges of his ribs, the strong expanse of his muscled torso.

“Is that you?” she whispered, even as she knew that no way in hell that chest belonged to safe, reliable Baker Burns.

What was worse, she didn’t care!

His hand snagged her wrist suddenly, hauling her on top of him. She was sliding up his body, taking in the hard feel of him against her skin. A moan of pure bliss escaped her lips. He groaned almost in unison.

Had she ever felt pleasure like this? Not a chance!

She pressed closer, fitting herself to his long, lean body, making herself tingle from head to toe. So this was what a fling felt like. Like one big beautifully wrapped package that she got to keep opening all night long.

Lucie smiled wickedly into the darkness. Oh, yeah. Happy birthday to me….