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him to distraction.
You know any self-defense moves? he asked, telling himself now really wasn t the time to get horny.
He needed to stay with the program.
I took a class, she said. I wouldn t say I m good.
You only have to be good enough, he countered. I m Lynx. What do you do?
She tugged against his arm, but he just pulled her closer, drawing his other arm around her waist to
thwart her, and, in the process, bringing her into full body contact with him. Her soft body fit perfectly
against him, and her rear thrust against his groin in a way that made him ache.
I can t do this, she said, trying ineffectually to wrench herself from his grasp and rubbing provocatively
in the process. He sucked in air and fought his own battle to keep from getting hard. You won t get free
that way, he said. Smash your foot down on his. If you re lucky, you ll surprise him enough to give you
a chance to get away.
She did exactly what he said he d give her points for that and pain exploded in his foot as the heel of
her sneaker smashed into his toes. Shit! he howled as he loosened his grip. Immediately, she pushed at
his arms, twisting free from his embrace. She turned back to look at him, a wide grin lighting her face. I
did it!
Not bad, he said, the pleasure he saw in her face making him grin, too. I ll have a limp for the next
hour. If you d been wearing heels, I d probably be crippled.
There s another reason that my shoe collection comes in handy. Each and every one of my stilettos is a
damn good weapon.
Trust me, Mel, I d never argue with a woman about the value of her shoes.
You re my kind of man, Stryker.
Her words hung in the charged air, and she met his eyes, her lips slightly parted.
Mel&
I& I m going to go take a quick shower, she said. Clear my head, like you said. Maybe I ll be
inspired. She reached up and freed her hair from the ponytail as she walked, letting her hair fall free
around her shoulders. She disappeared into the bathroom, and he watched her go, his mind filled
suddenly with the image of her peeling off her shirt, her thick hair brushing over her bare shoulders. Then
shimmying out of her jeans and underwear before stepping naked into the shower. He imagined rivulets
of water cascading down those perfect curves and her soft, soap-slicked body.
He reached out and grabbed the back of an overstuffed armchair. He wouldn t do it, he told himself. He
wouldn t follow her in there.
He paused, his gaze drifting once again to the closed bathroom door.
Then again, maybe he would.
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I closed the door, then leaned back against it, my body all tight and tingly. I wanted a shower, but I didn
t want to shower alone. I wanted Stryker. I wanted him to walk through that door and press my back
against the wall and fuck my brains out. And I didn t feel the slightest bit guilty about wanting that. I had
about twelve hours to find some mysterious antidote, and I d hit a wall. I had no idea where to go or
what to do next. All I knew was that this might be my last night on earth, and for just a few minutes I
wanted to lose myself to pleasure. Pure hedonistic, wild pleasure.
If I was going out, I wanted to go out with a bang.
I turned on the water and let it run, letting steam fill the room. I unlaced my sneakers and then took off
my socks, finally peeling off my shirt and jeans and hanging them on the back of the door underneath the
complimentary robe. Then I took the towel and wrapped myself in it. I put my hand on the doorknob and
drew in a breath for courage. I wasn t usually this bold, but I didn t have time to be coy.
Beneath the towel, my nipples peaked with awareness. He was right there, separated from me by nothing
more than a single piece of wood. I opened the door and
He was standing right there. His taut, lean body all naked and hard and ready. I swallowed but couldn t
manage to form words.
Fortunately, I didn t need them. He moved toward me, and I melted into his arms.
Mel, he whispered, his voice hot with a passion that made me go weak in the knees.
Stryker& Matthew& I breathed in his scent, almost overdosed on it, as I urged him back into the
shower with me. I know we don t have much time, but I want& I need
He pressed a finger to my lips. Water pounded around us, the heat of the shower nothing compared to
the inferno that burned between us. I know, he said, as he cupped my breast. I ll be quick. But
believe me, Mel, I ll be thorough, too. Now come closer.
With a soft sigh of pleasure, I pressed my body against his greedily. And why wouldn t I? This was what
I wanted, after all. And, really, what woman could resist?
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O h. My. God.
I lay on the bed, enveloped in the soft cotton terry of the Plaza s robe. My entire body was limp, sated.
But at the same time, an electrical current seemed to shoot through me, filling me up and making every
nerve ending tingle.
Wow.
Afterward, he d rinsed me off thoroughly, guiding the removable showerhead over my entire body. He d
been slow and methodical, and I d been in heaven.
And the bonus? My mind was now clear as a bell. I d had a shower and the most intimate of massages.
My confidence was renewed, and, more important, I felt completely alive.
In a nutshell, I was a walking advertisement for the joys of sex. Most important, I was primed and ready
to crack this code.
Stryker was at the desk, wearing nothing but his jeans, the watch and Jenn s laptop on the blotter in front
of him. When I stood up, he lifted his head and smiled at me, and I swear I almost melted all over again.
No, no, no. Time to get back to work.
Okay, I said, pacing in front of the desk. Let s go over what we know. I didn t wait for him to
answer, my thoughts were churning too fast. A pocket watch set for fifteen after the hour and the initials
PSW etched into the cover.
In other words, we don t know much, he said.
Bingo.
The website? he suggested. Maybe we missed something the first time. A clue in the riddle that we
missed?
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