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“You’re playing with fire…”

Curiously enough, Mel didn’t ask herself if she wanted Pete.

She just exulted in the power of him wanting her.

She had a red-blooded man in a tuxedo who was very happy to be with her right now. And they had a beach all to themselves… Except it wasn’t so private, what with the hundred-odd windows looking down at them from the hotel.

Mel brushed those concerns aside for the moment—she’d just have to get him to his hotel room. For now, she had her hand on the prize. She squeezed him gently through his pants and Pete groaned.

“Mel,” he said hoarsely, “you really shouldn’t be doing that.”

Mel used her other hand to ease down his zipper. “Show me what you’ve got.”

Pete made a strangled sound in the back of his throat. “Melinda, you’re killing me!”

She smiled. “I know. But you’ll die happy.”