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LACEY LET OUT a small groan of dismay from beneath the gorgeous man whose touches had thoroughly intoxicated her. This couldn’t be happening. None of it.

She hadn’t fallen into the arms of a complete stranger whose name she didn’t know, had she? She couldn’t just have participated in—no, initiated—the single most intoxicatingly sensual act of her entire life, could she? She wasn’t feeling damned put out at the interruption—rather than embarrassed—because she so wanted to roll on top of this man and make love to him again on their pretend island, to use her mouth on every inch of his body and beg him to do the same, was she?

“Yes, yes and yes,” she muttered from beneath him.

His body stiffened. “He’s really your father?”

“Biologically speaking,” she admitted. She didn’t elaborate. The story was too long, the hour too late and her nerves too frazzled to go into ancient history now. Especially since they still lay tangled in a passionate embrace while her father and Raul watched from a few feet away.

“You could have said something earlier.”

Lacey saw his embarrassment. He was obviously thinking of the comments he’d made about J.T. She certainly hadn’t been offended, since she felt pretty much the same way he did about her father’s romantic track record.