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    She was feeling the same way.
    “Order room service while I’m out,” she said as she forced herself to step out of his embrace.
    He trailed her to the door, seemingly oblivious to the fact that he was entirely naked and partially aroused. It wasn’t something she could so easily ignore. She paused with her fingertips on the door handle and took a deep breath, trying to cool her ardor enough to face some stranger at the concierge desk.
    “Change your mind about going out?” Brian said with a knowing smirk.
    She wished she could get angry with him for being so damned distracting, but how could she possibly ignore the man when he was naked and half—make that entirely —hard in his ceaseless desire for her?
    “One for the road,” she said breathlessly.
    She collided with his hard body, her mouth seeking his as she drew him toward the kitchen. She gasped when he lifted her skirt and planted her warm butt on the cold surface of the countertop. And then he was inside her, filling her as only he could, claiming her in a frenzy of excitement and desire and lust until she shuddered with release and he followed her over the edge. Still buried deep inside her, he captured her face between his palms and kissed her long and deep. When he drew away, her eyes blinked open slowly and if she hadn’t already been boneless with satisfaction, she would have melted on the spot from the intensity of his loving gaze.
    “I love you, Mrs. Sinclair.”
    “I love you, Mr. Sinclair.”
    “Do you think you’ve had enough of me to leave now?” he asked, his eyebrows lifting.
    “I’ll never have enough of you.”
    He grinned and stroked her hair. “Right answer.”
    His smile faded slowly as he stared into her eyes and then leaned in to capture her lips with his. She got caught up in his kiss and in the warmth of his flesh beneath her palms.
    She tugged her mouth free of his and rested her forehead against his shoulder. “I do need to go talk to the damned concierge.”
    “I don’t need a surprise,” he said. “Just being here with you is enough.”
    Enough wasn’t what she was going for. She wanted to blow his mind and make his heart throb the way hers did whenever he opened his mouth. She hoped this concierge person was better at planning romance than she was. She needed her very own Cyrano de Bergerac under the balcony to tell her how to properly woo her husband. After a quick cleanup in the bathroom and opting to wear panties after all, she left the suite and hurried down to the lobby in search of romance assistance. She really envied women who were naturals at this kind of thing. It wasn’t easy for her to admit that she utterly sucked at it.
    Luckily, the concierge just happened to be one of those naturals Myrna envied.
    “I usually help men plan these sorts of things,” the middle-aged blonde said as she patted Myrna’s hand.
    Myrna laughed. “My husband needs no help in the romance department. He always has his head in the clouds. But I want to be the romantic one for a change. With your help, of course.” She couldn’t believe she was actually flushing, but it was a bit embarrassing to admit to a perfect stranger that she didn’t have a romantic bone in her body.
    “So what kinds of things does he like?”
    The woman had an accent Myrna couldn’t quite place. Dutch, maybe?
    “He loves the beach. And beer.”
    “You’re in the penthouse, correct?”
    Myrna nodded.
    “You have access to a beach palapa . It comes automatically reserved with your room.”
    “A palapa? What’s that?”
    “It’s a bed on the beach surrounded on three sides by curtains and open to a spectacular view of the water.”
    Myrna already had all sorts of erotic images racing through her head. “Oh, he’ll love that.”
    “How about brunch on the beach? We’ll have room service bring your meal to the palapa.”
    “That sounds wonderful. With beer for Brian?”
    The woman’s pale blue eyes widened. “For