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strange noise in the room. Mia rolled over, straight into a hard male aroused body. Her own body might ache in all the right places, but it responded immediately as his hands touched her breasts. The shard of pleasure went straight to her clit. His tongue persuaded its way into her mouth and said male body began to move against her. She'd be happy to wake up to this every morning, except . . . the noise persisted. Insistent and—
    "Dylan! There's a noise coming from your ear." She pushed Dylan with her one free hand, the other having made its way unerringly to play with those sexy whorls of hair on his chest. It was as if it had a mind of its own, completely disassociated with the rest of her. Thank goodness my brain is still in touch with it. Argh, shut up. The noise persisted.
    "Mmm?" He continued his exploration and her body responded.  
    Damn, I want to climb on top of him and ride him 'til we come. Sod it, I'm gonna buy earplugs and ignore that sound. Sadly, she didn't have a chance to do anything. Dylan muttered something that sounded like a string of swear words.
    "Fuck it." He touched his ear briefly and stiffened. "This better be good. What? Okay. I'm on my way." He touched his ear again, kissed her lips with what she recognized as barely controlled passion, and moved to the edge of the bed rapidly.
    "Sorry, there's an emergency. I need to go. Shit! No clothes."
    "What was that?" Mia stared at his head. He looked bewildered, and then smiled as he touched the side of his head. The grin illuminated his face, as if the sun had shone on him.
    "This? It's a transmitter in my ear." He lifted a tiny piece of plastic no larger than a pea from behind his lobe and showed her.
    What? Fuck. Mia thumped his arm. He moaned and rubbed it with theatrical exaggeration before he reattached the transmitter.
    "Ouch, what was that for?"
    "Has someone heard everything we said? Everything we've done?" Mia was horrified. Damn, it should have been his balls, not his arm . Someone else might have heard her scream as he spilled in her and toppled her over the edge. Or listened to how many times she'd come and where? She'd never look at a shower hose in the same light again. Or look anyone in the building in the face. Talk about mega-embarrassment.
    Dylan crawled out of bed and looked down at her. His mind might be away from them, but his cock sure as hell wasn't. Mia lifted her eyes back to his face.
    "Well? Answer me, you asshole. Have you shamed me?"
    "No, for fuck's sake, do you really believe me capable of that?" He grabbed hold of her shoulders and Mia felt the unleashed power behind his hands. "Do you?"
    She sighed and moved her head to one side to feel his hand next to her cheek. He was trembling, his face ashen, and she was damned sure there were tears on his eyelashes. Mia felt like something from the slime at the bottom of a sewer. She'd done that to him.
    "No, no I don't. You're an honorable man." Her words tumbled out of her mouth as she did her best to reassure him. "I'm sorry, but this is all so new and raw, and well, important to me. I'm shit scared and I'm full of what ifs. You know, what if I don't do it right, you don't like the way I do it, you don't fancy me as much as . . . Whmmpf." Dylan shut her up by putting his hand over her mouth. He still trembled.
    Interesting.
    "It's on receive only. Mia, I'm really sorry, but I've got to go. One of our fantasies has gone pear-shaped, and I need to man the transmitter." He walked toward the door.
    "Here," Mia scrambled out of the bed, and threw him her bathrobe. She had a horrible premonition. There was a lump of lead lodged in her stomach and her skin itched like she'd eaten something that disagreed with her. "Who was in it? Are they safe?"
    "They're safe. Christophe has gone to assess the situation."
    "And?"
    "And I've got to go." He didn't look at her.
    "So who's involved in this fantasy?" Her eyes narrowed. "It's Meryl, isn't it?"
    He nodded. "But she's fine. And no, I can't