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pretty sure that fantasy doesn’t involve being on the lam from guys with guns, nor does it involve the hot Latin guy being the last man on Earth you want anything to do with.

    Javier stretches out, his muscled, tattooed torso rippling in the low light of the last glimmers of sunset. I blush and quickly look away as I catch myself following the grooves of those chiseled abs down further than I should.

    Keep your head focused, girl . His being criminally good looking with that sinfully delicious body is all just part of his wickedness; I’m sure of it. He’s the snake and the fruit in the garden. He’s temptation and ruin wrapped up in this impossibly and wholly inappropriately attractive package, and I need to remember who he really is.

    Javier gets up from the sand and walks to the tree-line a few feet away. I’m about to ask what the heck he’s doing when I suddenly hear a very distinctive sound of water hitting sand.

    Is he fucking PEEING right in front of me?

    “Are you serious right now?”  

    Javier starts laughing with his back to me; “What?”

    “Do you mind? ” I huff, wrinkling my nose at him; “Can’t you go further into the trees or something?”

    He shrugs, still chuckling; “Thought you wanted to keep an eye on me.” He turns his head sightly and flashes a grin at me in the moonlight.

    “I-“ I stumble; “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

    His shorts are slung low, and the soft glow of the moon traces shadows and valleys over the fine grooved muscles of his back, and the curve of his extremely sculpted ass.

    God, what is wrong with you, girl?

    “You want me to come closer so you can get a better look?”

    I jerk my eyes up to see Javier looking right at me over his shoulder, a smug look on his face.

    “No, that’s quite alright.”

    Is he STILL peeing?

    He raises his hands up in the air, though I can still hear his stream on the sand; “I’m hands-off, princess. You can come shake it off it for me; you’re the boss after all.”

    “Oh fuck off.”

    He chuckles as he finishes and tucks himself back into his shorts before he turns and saunters back over towards me. I shiver again as I catch myself staring up into his dark eyes; this time, it’s not from the temperature.

    “Offer still stands if you want to keep warm, babe.” He winks, those smokey eyes of his glinting temptation and all sorts of wrong.

    “No, thank you.” I say quietly but firmly. I just need to focus through tomorrow, and getting him into custody; that’s it. And after that, I can go back to my normal life and go have all the hot Latin guy fantasies I want alone and away from this man.

    I just need to get through tomorrow.

    Javier lies back on the sand, his hands behind his head as he closes his eyes and shifts into a comfortable position. He’s quiet for a minute and I curl up on my side in the sand, watching him, before a grin spreads across his lips; “You can close your eyes and get some sleep, Agent.” His grin widens as I blush, somehow feeling caught even though his eyes are closed; “I’m not going anywhere, and I’ll be sure to wake you if I need a hand taking a piss again.”

    He snorts a laugh before he settles back into the sand. I watch for another few minutes, still blushing in the darkness until I see his chest start to rise and fall with his steady breathing.

    I just need to get through tomorrow.

I wake up to the sun glowing brightly through my closed eyes, making me grumble and frown as I'm torn from my broken sleep.

    I growl as I slowly wake up, my eyes focusing on the annoying chirping of the birds over my head, the glare of the sun in my eyes, and the hard sand beneath my back. I'm instantly thinking of the nice, soft, comfy bed I had back at the hotel; the room service, the air conditioning, the satellite television.

    You just had to step in, didn’t you? Moron.

    I could still be in that damn bed right this very moment. Hell, I could still be there