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or time of doing…this. And you might not tell me about it next time.
    Especially if I tell your brother. You want to let loose and be crazy? Go ahead. No problem. I’ll be here to be sure you’re okay.”
    It was so not liberated, but she loved the protective tone in his voice and the look in his eyes. “Does that mean cutting in every time I’m dancing with a guy?”
    “Depends on the guy.”
    “You get to be the judge?”
    “Yes.” He said it in no uncertain terms.
    “And what are we looking for in this guy?”
    “Someone who keeps his hands to himself, for starters.” She tipped her head and focused on his mouth for a long moment. Then she licked her lips. “That’s going to make things difficult.”
    He tipped her chin up so her eyes were on his. “It will make things easier on my blood pressure.”
    “It’s going to be difficult to have multiple orgasms if he keeps his hands to himself.” The grip on her elbow tightened. “ Excuse me ?”
    “I told you I was coming down here to get a little crazy.”
    “Drinking, dancing, wearing…” his eyes dragged up and down her body, “…almost nothing.” Sara felt her breath hitch as his eyes traveled over the skin exposed by her tiny top and short skirt.
    “And having sex.” Her voice sounded like she had a bad chest cold. “Lots of sex.”
    “No sex,” he said firmly.
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    “Listen, Mac,” she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “I’m not going home without trying some of that stuff on the Internet. Period. That leaves us two options.”
    “Two?” he asked, his scowl deepening. “You willing to entertain the option of experiencing multiple orgasms with another woman?”
    She couldn’t help it. She smiled. “Would that make it better?” He growled. Actually growled. A low, deep sound from the back of his throat.
    Even though it was a sound of frustration, Sara felt like she’d touched a live wire. Every cell in her body seemed to stand at attention in response to that masculine sound.
    “It would be…not better,” he managed to grind out between his gritted teeth. “Not much better anyway.”
    She put her hand on his chest, remembering how she’d touched him at the reception and the kiss that followed.
    The kiss that had made her imagine all the other things she wanted Mac to do to her, the kiss that had given her hope.
    Now, her hand on his chest felt different. She could feel the pounding of his heart and the rapid rise and fall as he breathed in and out. The hot, firm muscle under the soft cotton. That wide, strong chest made her feel so feminine and small and protected.
    “The options are: one, I find a guy here and finally have not-blah sex,” she said. “Or two.” She stroked her hand over his left pec. “You do it.” She let that sink in for a few seconds. “Either way, I’m not leaving here until I’ve had an orgasm I didn’t have to give myself.”

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    Chapter Three
    Hell had nothing on standing on the white beach of St. Croix, looking down at Sara dressed in only scraps of material and listening to her talk about having sex. With him.
    Since he’d stepped foot on the beach and honed in on Sara, he hadn’t been able to truly breathe right.
    She was barely covered, for God’s sake! How was his brain supposed to focus on things like oxygen and carbon dioxide exchange when Sara was practically naked?
    She wasn’t tight and muscular like he usually liked, nor was she dark or as endowed as he generally preferred. She was blond, soft, pale and less than voluptuous.
    And his body was hard and ready to go. Here and now. If he let it.
    It seemed he was destined to stay that way for the foreseeable future too. She was talking about learning the things he liked sexually, from videos, books and the Internet.
    Thinking about, hearing about, not to mention watching her explore the wild world of porn was doing nothing to protect him from needing