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like this."  She rubbed her big toe slowly down the length of his shaft, enjoying the hardness of it, and the fact that she'd brought about that reaction in him.  "And I wasn't doing that at all."
    "No, that's true.  You weren't."  Joe grinned, catching on, his breathing a little more erratic than it had been a few moments ago.  "Just so you know, if I wanted to seduce you, I'd do something like this."  He trailed his fingers slowly up her calf, over her knee, and along the inside of her thigh.  He pushed the robe higher, and she tensed with the anticipation of him touching her. 
    He stopped, mere inches from the edge of her lacy panties. 
    She sucked in her breath and met his gaze.  Their eyes locked, and she couldn't resist licking her bottom lip.  Please.  
    "But I'm not seducing you, either."
    Her breath whooshed out of her as his fingers slid back down her leg.  Not fair.  She wasn't going to let him get away with that.
    "Well…"  She lifted her feet off his lap and stood.  He followed her with his gaze, watching her every move, a sexy grin lingering on his sensuous mouth.  "If I were going to seduce you, which I'm not…"  She hiked up her robe and climbed onto his lap, straddling him.  Her reward was his sudden intake of breath.  "I might try something like this."  She moved her face close to his, their lips a whisper apart.  She paused, and then kissed him.  A small, soft, sweet kiss. 
    She pulled back, wanting to keep torturing him, though it tormented her, too.
    "Uh-uh."  Joe growled and hauled her back to him.  He captured her mouth with his as his fingers dug into her hair.  Dear Lord, the man was potent.  She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on.  Every nerve bunched up as hot blood singed her veins.  He kissed her until she was breathless.  Then, he nipped her bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth.
    She pulled back, overwhelmed.
    Her chest heaved from a lack of oxygen, and it didn't take long for Joe to notice.  His gaze traveled back and forth several times between her eyes and her breasts.
    Elena looked down to see that her robe had parted, the sash hanging loosely around her waist.  Her breasts sat full and lush in her revealing black bra.  Her belly was pressed against his, and she became intimately aware of the contact there…and below. 
    She glanced at his face, finding him watching her, desire smoldering in his eyes.  Then she slowly leaned away from him, watching their stomachs part, to reveal her black lace against his khakis.  "Oh," she sighed, still trying to catch her breath.
    "Yeah." 
    She smiled, very aware of things unresolved between them.  "Good thing I wasn't trying to seduce you." 
    "Damn good thing.  Who knows what might have happened?"
    She took a few more breaths, her heart racing.  "Now what?"
    He tugged at her sash and the belt slipped away.  "I'm sure you'll think of something."
    "I can be resourceful when needed."  She studied his eyes, dark and dreamy, the perfect place to lose herself in Cabo.  "First, I think some clothes need to go."  She backed off him and held out her hand.  "Stand up."
    He complied, grinning the whole time.
    She walked around and stopped behind him, the Spanish guitars crooning in the background.  "Shorts."  She reached around to his stomach, pressing her breasts against his bare back.  With deliberate slowness, she inched her fingers downward and found the button at his waist.  "These really need to go."  She flipped open the button and dragged down the zipper.
    He held still as she slid down his shorts, and then he stepped out of the puddle.  She tilted her head as she walked back around to the front of him.  She let her gaze slide lazily down the muscles of his chest.  "Nice."
    Her heart thudded at the magnificent man standing before her in nothing but his boxers, but she kept her exterior calm.  She didn't want him to know just yet how hot she was for him.  Let him wonder.
    The bulge in his