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handsome, muscular blond man entered quietly, both of them dressed in short robes. They

murmured a quiet greeting, but were otherwise silent as they prepared a tray of scented oils.

Perry winked at her and she inhaled deeply of the scented air, trying to relax despite the

sexual energy in the air.

Still dressed, their masseuses began at the same time, positioning themselves next to the

platforms in a way that allowed her and Perry to maintain eye contact.

When the man’s oiled hands first touched her shoulders, she tensed, then gave in to the

gentle, but firm ministrations. On the other platform, Perry’s masseuse was working her magic on his back muscles.

The man worked his way down her spine, using his palms, fingers, and knuckles to apply

pressure that stimulated her muscles, then coaxed them to quiet. When he reached her buttocks, he removed the towel quietly, rendering her completely nude. The woman had done the same

thing to Perry, and just the sight of his long, naked body caused Jane’s midsection to tighten. He was eyeing her body just as hungrily.

The man re-oiled his hands with a sandalwood lotion, then began to massage her buttocks

and thighs with long, purposeful strokes. Twice he brushed her inner thighs, sending a pleasant rush of moisture there. Then he moved to her calves and feet. Both masseuses spent a long time on the soles of their clients’ feet and Jane hadn’t realized before what a turn on it could be.

“Turn over, please,” her masseuse murmured in her ear, and she heard the woman tell

Perry the same thing.

Jane turned over, fully exposed to the blonde man’s appreciative gaze. While she and Perry

were getting settled, both the man and the woman quietly removed their robes.

Jane’s thighs tingled. It was the sheer sight of all the naked skin that felt so taboo. The

woman was beautiful—her breasts small, but firm and tilted, with plump, pink nipples. She was tanned all over, with a trim triangle of dark hair at the juncture of her thighs.

The man was equally beautiful, his muscular body tanned and hairless, like a weightlifter.

His erection stood at half-mast as he walked to the front of the table and began to massage her upper arms. But Jane was more interested in Perry’s erection, which was rigid against his flat belly.

She couldn’t help but compare the bodies of the two men, and found that she much

preferred Perry’s wide shoulders and the dark hair that highlighted her favorite parts of his body.

He lay with his eyes hooded as the woman’s bare breasts passed within inches of his face. The sight spiked Jane’s arousal higher, bringing her own breasts to bud just as her masseuse began to gently massage her soft globes.

Having another man touch her while Perry watched did strange things to her.

Blood engorged her erogenous zones, and she wondered how long she could endure this

kind of torture without an imminent release.

Meanwhile, Perry’s masseuse massaged his stomach muscles and all around his groin.

Apparently his cock was off-limits, but Jane noticed it didn’t keep the woman from occasionally brushing against it. The bulb of his erection was scarlet and oozing his arousal. A tiny pang of jealously struck Jane, but was quickly overridden by the satisfaction of knowing that this woman might be getting Perry warmed up, but she would have the pleasure of his full throttle passion when they were alone.

Jane’s masseuse left her breasts pink and erect, then moved to her stomach and groin,

again, not touching her intimately, but coming just shy of it. The man’s erection was now as hard as Perry’s, but nothing in his touch or gaze made her feel anything but good.

When he moved to her thighs, she parted her legs slightly to allow him better access. He

brushed the hair over her mound several times, then finished her lower legs and feet.

Both masseuses re-robed, said a quiet thank-you, and exited the room.

Perry was off the platform and reaching for Jane almost before the door closed.

He kissed her hard, squeezing one of her aching breasts. “Let’s hurry back to the hotel.”

She could only nod, fondling his erection.

He groaned in her ear. “I wanted to be the one touching you.”

“And I wanted to be the one touching you.”

They skipped showers in the essence of time and redressed as hastily as two teenagers. The

cab ride back to the hotel seemed unbearably long, punctuated by discreet squeezes and touches.

They practically fell through the door of her room, and Perry dropped her packages. But

when Jane spotted the video camera, she had a reckless thought.

“Perry.”

“Uh-hm,” he said, nuzzling one of her bare breasts and desperately trying to free the other

one.

“Let’s make a movie.”

He lifted his head. “Hmm?”

“Our own sex tape,” she coaxed. “Come on, what do you say?”

His dark, hooded eyes lit with surprise and excitement. “I’m in.”

Perry stared at Jane’s sleeping nude form in the breaking light of dawn, marveling over

how familiar and how…necessary she seemed to him after knowing her only a few days.

He glanced at the video camera sitting on the tripod near the end of the bed and shook his

head. He’d been so completely wrong about her. Not only was she breathtakingly beautiful, but fun and adventurous, too. And now he regretted that the pact that they’d made had probably kept them from getting to know each other better this weekend. Both of them seemed leery of an

emotional attachment, of asking for details about each other’s personal life, settling instead for an intense physical connection.

Which had led to an emotional attachment, at least on his part.

He just wished he was a little more certain about the future of his firm. He was reluctant to suggest that they keep seeing each other when, in a few days’ time, they could be at opposite ends of the earning scale. He had his faults, and perhaps pride was one of them, but he didn’t want to be in a position where Jane felt as if he was using her to get to her money.

Like that weasel James guy.

Unreasonable jealousy barbed through his chest.

And the joke was definitely on him yesterday when he’d planned the couple’s massage as

an exercise to prove that they could have a sexual experience that involved other people. Every time the man’s hands had touched Jane in intimate places, he’d fought the urge to drag her out of there.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed. Jealousy was not the emotion of a detached

person, he conceded. Then he rubbed his stomach. But maybe it was hunger pangs—they’d

barely eaten enough this weekend to keep birds alive, much less two sex-crazed adults.

Regardless, in a few hours, they’d be taking separate planes back to Atlanta and living next

door to each other…at least until Jane moved to a more upscale address. He wasn’t sure he could pass her in the parking garage and hallway and act as if this weekend hadn’t happened.

But wasn’t that what she wanted?

She stirred on her pillow, then her big blue eyes fluttered open. When she saw him, she

smiled like a contented cat, a sight that made him want to crawl back in bed with her and give her enough to smile about for the next few days, weeks, and months…

“Good morning,” she said, stretching her arms overhead, giving him an eyeful of her

perfect breasts.

“Good morning.”

She glanced at the clock, then sat up. “You let me oversleep.”

“We still have time to pack before checkout.”

She laughed. “Speak for yourself. I bought so many clothes that I had to buy a new suitcase

to take them home in.”

“And they were so completely unnecessary,” he said, leaning over to capture a pert nipple

between his teeth.

She giggled and swatted at him.

“You seem happy to be going home,” he observed.

“No. But I had a fun weekend.” She sobered, her blue eyes luminous. “Thank you, Perry.”

Tell her. Tell her you don’t want this to end.

“I…guess I should go pack,” he said, then pushed to his feet and reached for his clothes.

“Want to have brunch downstairs before we—” say goodbye “—leave?”

She hesitated, then nodded. “Okay. But I can’t stay long. My flight leaves two hours before

yours.”

“Knock on my door when you’re ready.”

“Okay.”

She’d hesitated, he thought as he went back to his own room. Did that mean that she was

already pulling away? After all, she had a fortune waiting for her when she returned to Atlanta.

A new, exciting life to embark upon, with lots of opportunities to unleash her inner wild

child…with other men.

He showered and dressed, feeling anxious and distracted. He had no business worrying

about a relationship with Jane when he had so many other things on his plate. But he had the

feeling that if he didn’t say something now, while they were still in Vegas, that something

between them would be changed by the time they got back to Atlanta.

His phone rang just as he finished packing. It was Theresa—on Sunday?

“Hello?” he answered.

“Oh, you are alive.”

“I’m supposed to be on vacation, remember? What are you doing in the office today?”

“Making sure you’re ready for court tomorrow.”

His pulse quickened. “Do you have news?”

“Just that you’re supposed to be there at ten, sharp. I wanted to make sure you hadn’t done

something stupid, like get married.”

He frowned. “No.”

“Just wondering. I’ve never seen you take off across the country after a girl.”

“I’ll be home tonight,” he said irritably. “I’ll see you in the morning.” He disconnected the call, trying not to read anything into the fact that the judge was making his ruling earlier than expected.

Or the fact that Theresa had noticed there was something different about the way he

reacted to Jane compared to other women.

A knock sounded on his door and when he opened it, he compared the platinum knockout

in long, slim jeans and a figure hugging camisole to the mousy little woman in khakis and

ponytail who had knocked on his door only a few days ago.

The transformation was remarkable.

The transformation in him, he realized.

“Ready?” she said with a cheerful smile. “I’m famished.”

“Me, too,” was all he could manage to say.

He hefted his bag and maneuvered her rather large one to the elevator. She carried her

small overnight bag and the oversized hard case containing the video camera and tripod. She

seemed relaxed and happy, oblivious to his preoccupation.

The elevator ride down was silent.

They dropped her large suitcase at the bellman’s desk, then were shown to a table in the

restaurant.

“What looks good to you?” Jane asked, perusing the menu.

Perry glanced at her, and realized that his appetite for her overrode everything else. “You,”

he said simply.

She smiled, but waved him off.

“I’m serious,” he said, putting down the menu and picking up her hand. “I’ve been

thinking.”

A little frown furrowed her brow. “About?”

“About reconsidering…our agreement.”

She set down her menu. “What do you mean?”

He shifted in his chair. “I know we agreed to no strings, but…I’d like to keep seeing you.”

Her eyebrows rose.

“Only if you want to,” he rushed to say, realizing with dismay that his palms were

sweating like a teenager’s. “I didn’t expect this to happen, Jane, but I think I’m falling for you.”

Her lips parted slightly, and her eyes grew huge.

“Are you just going to leave me hanging here?” he asked with a little laugh.

She fidgeted and looked flushed. “Perry…I didn’t expect this. I…I don’t know what to

say.”

“Say what you’re thinking,” he urged.

“Okay.” She inhaled deeply, then exhaled. “I think I’m falling for you, too.”

Perry’s heart lifted and a goofy grin took over his face. He squeezed her hand, then leaned

over to plant a hot kiss on her mouth, his mind already leaping ahead to sharing her bed

tonight…and sharing the details about things that meant something to him, like the Kendall case.

The sound of someone clearing their throat rent the air, pulling them apart.

A saucy looking waitress stood there, an amused look on her face. “You know this is a

hotel, kids. You could get a room.”

Perry looked at Jane and they laughed. They placed their orders—suddenly he was

ravenous—and asked for the check so they could get to the airport on time. He’d have a couple of hours to kill after Jane left, which would give him time to start making notes about

tomorrow’s court appearance.

When the waitress left, Jane squeezed his knee, then excused herself and headed toward

the ladies’ room. He noticed other men’s heads turning as she walked by and a fierce proprietary feeling came over him, along with a sense of pride.

She was, after all, going home with him.

He glanced at the hard case that contained the video camera equipment that she’d be

checking at the airport, and a worst-case scenario popped into his mind. In the event that the case didn’t make it all the way to Atlanta, the camera could be replaced.

But the memory chip…that was another story entirely.

He didn’t want movies of Jane circulating the home-made porn Internet circuit.

If someone was able to identify her as a lottery winner, she might even be blackmailed.

Opening the case, he lifted the camera and popped out the memory chip, then dropped it

into his shirt pocket. Then he sat back and folded his hands behind his head.

His girlfriend was beautiful, kind, smart…and wild enough to suggest that they make a

home sex video.

Life was pretty much perfect.