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that.”
    “C’mon. Me or her? Who’s got the better body?”
    “Nope.”
    A fierce light snapped on in her pale eyes. “Maybe you need a more accurate frame of reference. You need to compare like to like.”
    “Compare what to what?”
    She glanced back up at Dolores. “You know… She’s naked and I’m not.”
    “You could change that.”
    Her moment’s hesitation was what Eric needed. She wanted to play, but this wasn’t her usual MO. Being admired—that was probably the way of things, as surely as people stared at his face. Being the sexual aggressor, however, wasn’t a Barbie’s role. She was waiting for his cues. He’d make sure that didn’t keep happening. With a unique, dramatic surge of excitement, he wouldn’t be satisfied unless she also got what she wanted from the night.
    “Fine,” she said. “Challenge accepted.”
    Grasping the bottom hem of her shirt, she whipped it off so fast that white-blonde hair swirled around her jaw. No bra. She ditched her heels and shoved her jeans down along with a tiny scrap of red panties.
    Lord, she was priceless.
    Long, elegant legs led up to the thrust of her hips. A narrow line of honey-blonde hair accented pouting pussy lips. The flat plane of her stomach arced above model-standard hipbones. Her breasts were perfectly shaped. Then she turned and lifted her arms over to adopt Dolores’s pose.
    “Now you have to tell me.” Her voice wasn’t as steady as her gaze. “It’s a rule.”
    Even if it hadn’t been true, he’d have picked her over Dolores. He’d always had a type, and Trish was it. Slender, elegant and so typically Playboy all-American it was almost embarrassing.
    He stepped behind her and tucked his chin alongside her head. She was frenzy made flesh, as enticing as a siren’s call. He curved his hands around her slim waist then spread his fingers across her stomach. Lean muscle offered resistance to his testing flex. She wasn’t going to break.
    “You are. And better than that, you’re here.”
    “Unfairly coloring your judgment.”
    “You gonna complain, showgirl?”
    “Not if you don’t.”
    He swept his hands up to cover her breasts and snagged perky nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. She curled her arms back until her elbow hooked around his neck. Eric liked being fully clothed while she was bare-ass naked. She was a waking man’s wet dream.
    “It’d be so easy to blame my choices tonight on you being wicked.” Twisting around to face him, she brushed up against his chest. “But it’s not just you.”
    “Then show me what you want.”
    “Show you. Show you,” she said again, smiling. “That’s what you want.”
    He rubbed his lips over hers, breathing her anticipation. “Again I’ll ask. You gonna complain?”
    Hands on his shoulders, she nudged him until his knees hit his bed. She didn’t push him down. Instead, she wove around to use his shoulder as a support as she stood on the mattress. He turned to watch. She trailed fingertips through his hair, sending a wash of sensation down his neck and back. The scar tissue over his spine prickled.
    “We are going to go a few rounds, aren’t we?” The deeper timbre of her voice was almost as exciting as the touches she traced over his skin.
    “If I have anything to say.”
    “And you’re going to photograph me?”
    “That’s up to you.” The centers of his palms burned. He wanted to grab one of his cameras and capture how she looked down at him. He could jack off to her mix of self-aware power and gentle vulnerability for months.
    Her smile turned slinky. “You better make me look gorgeous, or I’ll take it out on you.”
    He placed a single kiss on her thigh. “There’s no making . You’re gorgeous.”
    “For a man of few words, you say the right ones.” She spread her knees slightly. “One problem though. I can’t stop thinking about your cock. Is that unbearably slutty of me?”
    He licked up her lightly tanned skin. He wasn’t a soft guy, so