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gentleness beneath the grumpy exterior, but he kept it well hidden.
    Deep in thought, she leapt in fright when a masculine arm curved around her waist.
    “You’re gonna have to cure the jumpiness. We’re meant to be lovers.”
    Emma’s gaze shot up to meet dark chocolate-brown eyes. Sinful eyes , she thought with an inward sigh.
    Those eyes could lead her into transgressions. Anytime.
    “Sure, honey,” Emma said, miffed for almost giving them away. Yet she was angry with Jack, too, because he was doing his best to shove her off balance. He’d certainly tried to talk her out of the assignment. She wanted to glare but it wasn’t loverlike. Most of all she wanted to needle Jack into some sort of response. Anything. Yes, an urge to poke him with a sharp stick just to witness his reaction had her fingers flexing.
    “How long before we get to our room?” she cooed instead, fluttering her mascara-laden lashes at him. “I need your cock inside me.” Part of Emma was shocked at her words, but the couple standing in front of them grinned at her in sympathy.
    “Have you seen the contents of those goody bags the hostess is giving out?” the young blonde woman asked. A theatrical shiver jiggled her pert, braless breasts.
    “No, what?” Emma’s fertile imagination created all sorts of pictures. Handcuffs? Powerful aphrodisiacs? Torturous sex toys?
    The woman leaned closer to whisper, “A pair of edible undies.”
    “Both his and hers,” her partner added with a grin.
    “No!” Emma breathed. Good grief. It would be akin to choking down pills. With her luck, she’d gag and throw up all over her lover’s groin. All over Jack’s groin. “I hope they’re chocolate flavored.” Emma waggled her brows.
    “Oh, you’re terrible.” The woman giggled.
    So terrible that Jack’s arm tightened around her in silent warning, his fingers digging into the sensitive flesh at her waist. She smothered a grin. Perhaps if she kept needling him, her nervousness would pass.
    “I’m looking forward to this week,” she confided to the young woman. “My honey works so hard. He’s exhausted when he gets home and most nights he falls asleep in his chair watching television.” She slid a glance his way to gauge Jack’s reaction. Her stomach flipped anxiously on noticing the tic in his shadowed jaw. He looked as though he might burst while the arm around her waist tensed until it resembled a shackle. But not enough to make her stop goading him. “Too tired for good sex, if you know what I mean.”
    A low growl vibrated through his chest. Emma stilled and the back of her neck prickled. Slowly, her gaze rose from his broad chest and traveled up his neck, across his rigid jaw to collide with stormy eyes.
    “We intend to make up for that, don’t we, sweetheart?” His pinched expression promised retribution. “Can’t have you saying I can’t get it up often enough to keep you satisfied. Wouldn’t want you to wander to other men.”
    Oops . Perhaps she’d pushed a little hard.
    The line moved, and Emma nudged her bag forward with her foot. She was very conscious of Jack standing close behind her.
    The hostess beamed at them. “Hello and welcome. Names, please.”
    “Jack Sullivan and Emma Montrose.” Jack stepped abreast of her, taking control and smiling at the hostess.
    “Ah, yes. Here we go. Here are your goody bags.” The hostess handed a violet canvas bag to each of them. “Your room assignment and everything you need to know about the resort is in there along with a few surprises.”
    “Thanks.” Emma grasped the purple cord handle, a tremor apparent as she stepped over an invisible line—a gateway into sin. She glanced at Jack to find him eyeing her with an inscrutable expression. Emma’s mouth firmed with determination, and her chin shot upward. She could do this. She would do this despite Jack’s silent censure. She intended to complete this assignment to the best of her ability. And, if she managed to make Jack