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“Bed…” Georgia’s mobile features betrayed her, shock crimsoning her already pink face.

As Piers saw the expression in her eyes, and realized just what she was thinking, he cursed silently under his breath.

“You’re shivering, you might have caught a chill.” As he spoke, he involuntarily moved closer to her.

“No!” As she lifted her hand from her body to ward him off she inadvertently stepped back onto the hem of her big towel.

Only loosely secured around her body, the towel began to unwrap itself.

Immediately, Georgia made a despairing grab for it and just as immediately, Piers launched himself across the gap that separated them, every instinct propelling him to do the gentlemanly thing and protect her modesty. The towel, though, and perhaps fate, too, had other ideas so that all Georgia’s hands encountered was empty air whilst Piers’s were unexpectedly and explosively filled with warm, silky, damp-fleshed woman.