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    Tony couldn’t ignore the flash of lust in Lauren’s eyes, and he knew her flush came from more than the morning heat. There’d been no disguising the interest in her eyes, the heat of her gaze as it slid over every inch of his bare skin. He’d hoped to be dressed by the time she got back, but it would have been weird if he’d scrambled for his clothes the second she came in. So he’d played it off as no big deal, praying she couldn’t see his burgeoning erection threatening to tent out the front of his towel.
    But now he knew, with one-hundred-percent certainty, that Lauren wasn’t indifferent to him at all. That her indifference was just an act, and that underneath her friendly façade, she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
    He quickly pulled on his clothes as erotic images flooded his brain. His mouth watered at the thought of stripping her naked, sucking those gorgeous tits into his mouth. Were her nipples pink or mocha brown? Large and soft or hard, tight buds?
    From the bathroom came sounds of the shower running. He could find out right now. His cock swelled against his fly as he imagined water sluicing over her skin, cascading over the firm juicy swell of her ass, gathering and beading in the wiry curls between her thighs.
    His hand was reaching for the doorknob when he was jerked back to reality by the sound of the faucet shutting off. What the hell was he thinking? Did he want to ruin everything?
    He squeezed his eyes shut, taking a few deep breaths in an effort to quell the urge to barge into the bathroom and lick her dry. Every nerve hummed in anticipation as he listened to the muffled sounds from the bathroom. He imagined her rubbing her fresh, sweet-smelling lotion on her damp skin. He’d discovered it earlier when he showered and had nearly come when he’d recognized the soft, subtle scent that always emanated from her skin. He’d rubbed a bit on his palm, stroked it down his shaft and jerked himself to a quick, hard release. He’d spurted against the shower wall as his head filled with the scent of Lauren and the imagined feel of her wet, exquisitely tight pussy milking him as she came.
    Christ, he needed to stop thinking about her or he was going to need to rub another one out just to keep from jumping her when she exited the bathroom.
     
    Somehow Lauren managed to keep her wits about her as she and Tony spent the morning running last-minute errands for her mother and picking up the anniversary gift she’d had made for her parents. She’d special-ordered a framed collage full of old photos of their family throughout the years.
    Tony was his usual entertaining and charming self, and for a little while Lauren allowed herself to fantasize about what it would be like if they were a couple. Really nice, she decided as they walked hand in hand along the boardwalk. He’d escalated his usual friendly touches, holding her hand and dropping the occasional kiss on her cheek.
    At first, she’d stiffened at the contact, unsure of what to make of it. Tony had scolded her, reminding her of his purpose there this weekend. “You need to stop jumping like a scalded cat every time I touch you,” he’d said. “If you want people to believe we’re lovers, you have to give the impression that you’re used to my hands on you.”
    “You stuck your tongue down my throat in front of everyone last night,” Lauren snapped. “I thought that was pretty convincing.”
    Tony shook his head. “Lovers share a level of intimacy, a familiarity with one another’s bodies that’s conveyed almost unconsciously.” He moved purposely closer, until the scent of soap and light masculine sweat hit her nostrils. “They get in each other’s space.”
    “You’re always in my space,” she muttered.
    “But now you notice, where you didn’t before.”
    Oh, she had always noticed.
    “You’re self-conscious about it, now that you actually have to pretend you’re attracted to me,” he said. His