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the glasses, they thought he was something to look at. But usually, he was tagged as too nerdy.
    Willow was different though. Ever since he’d met her, she always had a smile and never gave the impression that she thought he was any less of a man just because of the glasses and the white shirt and the techie look. She looked at him like he was a man from day one.
    He brushed a hand over his forehead. He didn’t know what he’d do if Willow decided not to accept their agreement. Jack had no problem with the three of them sharing her affections. Josh and Mikey were his best friends. Even though they had met online, they had known each other for almost ten years. Jack had no family to speak of. Josh and Mikey were his family. And now, hopefully Willow would become part of it.
    With a deep, cleansing breath, he cleared his mind and tried to rid himself of his nervousness. He picked up the basket of drinks and made his way back to the observation car.
    When he stepped up into the observation area, a warmth filtered through him. Sunlight shined down through the glass, highlighting Willow as she lay back on the bench, her eyes closed, face turned to the sun and a soft smile on her face. Jack stood frozen for a moment, committing this scene to his memory. She was beautiful. Soft blonde hair with dark lowlights beneath, full, round breasts, and the slight roundness of her tummy, her short legs beautifully curved in the right places. And topping it all, the hint of the tiger tattoo that wrapped around her low on her tummy, giving her a bit of an edgy appearance.
    Damn.
    Then she opened her eyes and turned her head slightly, looking at him. A smile bloomed on her face.
    Jack cleared his throat, trying to get rid of the lump that had just formed there. He crossed to her and handed her a bottle of water. “Here you go.”
    “Thanks.” She reached for it. Suddenly, she gasped, sucking her tummy in and jerking one knee up.
    “What?” Jack’s heart skipped a beat.
    Willow laughed, the sound bubbling through the car. “A drop of water just hit my tummy,” she said. She grinned up at him. “Cold.”
    Jack reached down and smoothed his hand over her stomach, wiping away the drop of condensation that had dropped from the cold bottle of water onto her. His gaze locked with hers. Jack felt his breath moving through his lungs, his blood sluicing through his veins. He could feel the ghost of her heartbeat, his hand resting just below her tiny bellybutton. Her big brown eyes were like warm chocolate, inviting and comforting. “I want you,” he said, forcing the words from his tight throat.
    She reached down and took him by the wrist. Her eyes not leaving his, she pulled his hand upward to her breast. “Then take me,” she said.
    Jack drew in a deep breath and handed the basket with drinks to Josh. He straightened and finished unbuttoning his shirt, his gaze still locked on hers. She ran her tongue over her upper lip, removed the cap from the bottle of water, then took a sip. Jack tossed his shirt aside and then started on his pants.
     
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    Willow was smoldering inside. The water was cool on her tongue, refreshing as it traveled down her throat. But it couldn’t put out the flame that was reigniting down in her core as she watched Jack peel off his clothes.
    The next thing she knew, his hands were tracing the curves of her body, and all she wanted to do was feel.
    Someone took the bottle of water out of her hand as Jack’s lips closed over hers. She felt movement by her feet. Jack groaned deep in his throat when his hands slipped between her thighs and he dipped a finger into her wetness. She moved beneath him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
    Without breaking contact, she and Jack moved together, and then he was beneath her on the long seat. He took her by the waist, and lifting her forward and raising his head, took one of her nipples into his mouth. She arched her neck, pressing her breasts forward. Moving