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shoulders
and torso, the sheath slipped down, whispering over her hips and thighs,
dropping to her feet.
    Naked, she stepped away from her
clothing. Without a backward glance, she headed toward the door on the right.
Her ass was as plush as Hunt’s fantasies had predicted, the cheeks bouncing
with her graceful steps.
    He pulled in a ragged breath.
    She turned the crystal knob, the
angle of her body revealing the curve of her breast.
    The door swung inward, showing the
bedroom beyond.

Chapter Two
     
    She felt them behind her, their
powerful bodies restrained for the moment, revealing their doubt as to what
they should make of her behavior or how they should proceed. Casually? With unrestrained passion? Somewhere
in between?
    Before she’d spoken to David in his
native Mandarin, the poor guy had looked torn between fleeing and remaining
here, his sharp features both strong and sensual, his manner oddly innocent. He
would be a gentle lover.
    She didn’t want that. She craved
passion and strength, demanding a man’s full attention to her, no one else.
When they left her bed, she wanted their desire for her to be soul deep, to
occupy their minds through the endless days ahead.
    Tim wasn’t that man. He’d been tense
with lust as they conversed in French, telling her that he expected a good
time, his demand husky with promise, not quite matching his conservative
appearance and cool blond looks. He reminded her of a presumptuous little boy
used to getting his way.
    Not in her bedroom.
    And then there was Hunt.
    She stopped well short of the bed,
her body weakening as she recalled his dark-blue eyes, long lashes and his
teasing comment about Pig Latin. A grin spread across her face, but only
because he couldn’t see it.
    She didn’t want him knowing how much
she enjoyed the memory of his irreverent humor. Something about him excited her
too deeply, and it had nothing to do with his potent good looks.
    At thirty-two, he was a man in every
sense of the word, his broad shoulders and height deliciously masculine.
Beneath his well-tailored blue suit and crisp white shirt, she sensed the hard
planes of his body…lean yet nicely muscular.
    She’d felt his hunger for her when
she’d leaned into him. His cock had thickened, becoming even harder against the
seam of her buttocks. He’d accepted her weight, seeming to require it.
    Such a pleasant moment, she’d had to
restrain herself from making it even better, turning into him, running her
fingers over his bristly cheeks, rich mouth and dark-brown hair, so thick and
wavy a woman would be hard-pressed not to bury her face in those locks. His
bronze skin radiated heat. His expression was unashamed, eager for whatever
came next. He wanted it all and then some. Beneath his passion, she’d seen
something else for a moment. Jealousy at her attention to his
friends?
    The question was why and had
everything to do with his ego rather than any feelings he could possibly have
for her. They were strangers and would continue to be so. Tonight wasn’t about
an emotional connection that could turn out bad. She’d learned the danger of
that unending hurt in the past. The coming hours would focus on pleasure and
he, even more than the others, would see to everything she required. A man taking her without restraint, yet conceding to her demands.
    Confident of her power, she
continued across the room. Antique wall sconces lit the ample space, creating
pools of cozy yellow light. The walls were as pale as the winter sun, the
fireplace of white marble, the vintage Italian
nightstands painted cream, which made the bed seem a bit more colorful.
Canopied and of an ornate brass design, it had diaphanous beige fabric draped
over the top, which cascaded down each gleaming post.
    It was also specially designed, wide
enough to fit up to six adults.
    Turning, she leaned against the
slatted footboard, hands behind her back, facing the men.
    Hunt stopped a few feet from her,
his tie unknotted, his collar’s