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sexual harassment.
    I bit my lip. Was it fun? My pussy seemed to think so. Maybe I could play along, for a little while anyway. Everyone was so gung ho on me hooking up with him, I might as well see where it went. I definitely wasn’t sleeping with him tonight. Or ever.
    His wide, strong hand grasped my ass. I could feel the power in his grip and the muscles of his arm as he held me. Jesus. Jeremy wasn’t half this built.
    “So, Crash, what kind of name is that?” I asked.
    “It’s a nickname I got in the service.”
    “You were in the service?” I ran my hand down his hard chest. His cock twitched under my leg. Wow. Just wow. If I didn’t play this safe, I might be going home with him after all.
    “Marines. Two tours in Afghanistan and Iraq.”
    “Why Crash?” I asked. I glanced around me and noticed my friends had disappeared. Traitors.
    “Because I crash through any obstacle that stands in my way. Now it’s my fighting name.”
    “You’re a fighter?” I ran my fingertip up the tattooed length of his bulging biceps. “Boxer?”
    “Mixed marital arts.”
    “I’ve heard that’s dangerous,” I said.
    He leaned forward and spoke directly into my ear, and his hot breath brushed over the sensitive skin of my neck.
    “It is,” he whispered. I couldn’t believe I was falling for this, but my body wouldn’t stop throbbing to be touched.
    Maybe it was because I was tipsy from tequila. Maybe it was from the day in the Brazilian sunshine. Maybe it was the fact that Crash was the hottest man I’d touched in my life. But I could tell I was going to let him have whatever he wanted from me.
    “Let’s get out of here” he said, his lips brushing against my neck.
    “All right,” I stuttered.
     

Chapter Three
    I followed him out of the bar and onto the beach. The bossa nova band was stationed beyond the bonfire, the rhythm instantly getting under my skin.
    Crash grabbed me and pulled me into his arms, forcing me into an impromptu dance. I struggled against him. I’d always had two left feet. Jeremy had never lost an opportunity to tell me so.
    “I can’t dance,” I protested breathlessly, feeling my breasts press against his hard chest. His toned body moved me across the sand despite my objection.
    Without trying, I was somehow dancing. As drunk as I was, it felt like a miracle that I was moving through the steps. Crash was so fluid in his movements, it made up for my clumsiness.
    His hips moved against mine. Excitement coursed through me and my whole body buzzed with his energy. The smell of his skin and the feel of his energy magnetized me to him. My nipples pricked hard against my swimsuit top and my pussy went slick with need.
    I leaned my head back and gazed up at the dark night sky. The stars shone in the black void and the full moon glowed down on me, inviting me into the mystery of my own womanhood.
    We danced until I was breathless, gazing into each other’s eyes. I felt connected to him in the haze of music and alcohol. The rhythm moved through us, binding us together into one fluid movement. Time seemed to stand still and the music faded away. All I could see was his gorgeous smile. All I could feel was his hands on my body, moving me against him to the beat of the music.
    In the distance, the ocean beat against the shore. My head swam and I wanted to taste the depth of this feeling. I grabbed Crash’s hand from around my waist and tugged him away from the bonfire.
    “Come on!” I shouted over the music. His eyes glowed in the firelight, his expression intense. He smiled and followed me. I trotted down the beach, laughing as the light faded behind us. Further down the beach was undeveloped and empty. I threw my sarong on the sand.
    “I want to go swimming,” I said, pulling Crash into the water behind me. He tossed his t-shirt on the beach and followed.
    We waded into the warm Atlantic. I ducked under the water and swam out into the calm sea. Crash caught me in his arms and pulled me