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is the perfect setting, really.”
    Abby arched a manicured brow. “Oh, yeah? Perfect setting for what?”
    “To play out one of my fantasies.”
    “Which is?”
    Lauren hesitated and crinkled her nose. “It’s silly. You don’t want to hear it.”
    “Come on, tell me,” Abby urged. The gleam in Abby’s eyes turned wicked. Well, well, did Little Miss Abby have a few fantasies of her own?
    Lauren glanced around the moonlit clearing and lowered her voice. “Well, since I’ve been in an orgasm drought, I figure I might as well use my feminine wiles and indulge in a little wild, animalistic sex. If men want me for my body, why shouldn’t I just go with it, and take care of my sexual needs?” She pulled in a quick, excited breath as her mind raced. “Lord knows I could use a good fuck, too.”
    “And,” Abby prodded, “who did you have in mind?”
    She flashed her friend a playful smile. “I figure if I can’t have my own sea god, maybe I could have a jungle lord.”
    “Jungle lord?”
    “Yeah, someone wild, someone like Tarzan.”
    Someone like the man she’d met at dinner.
    Heat bombarded her body and left her pussy quivering with yearning. She pressed her thighs together and shivered with need from just thinking about an untamed man of the jungle taking her under his care and giving her a good, thorough fuck after her six-month dry spell.
    Abby let out a low whistle. “Wow, that’s some fantasy, Lauren.”
    Lauren grinned. “I know. Wouldn’t that be wild?”

    * * *
    W ild Indeed .
    Ryan hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, he really hadn’t. When he first heard voices coming from the Pleasure Pool he’d turned, intent on leaving, but the sexy sound of Lauren’s voice stopped him dead in his tracks. And when he heard the excitement, curiosity and lust in her tone, he’d nearly lost his ability to draw in air.
    So she wanted to play a few jungle games, did she? With her very own Tarzan. He took a moment to run that scandalous scenario through his mind. Late at night. Shrouded in darkness. Surrounded by foliage. Identity camouflaged. Oh, yeah!
    Now, that was a fantasy he could easily fulfill.
    He pulled his dark glasses off and squinted, catching the outline of Lauren’s profile in the moonlight. Standing under the falls, she ran her fingers through her long hair. His mouth went dry as lust rose to the surface. His cock throbbed with an excitement he hadn’t felt in a very long time as he envisioned himself lavishing her with his undivided attention.
    The thought of stripping her naked and taking her like a carnal beast in the middle of the forest unearthed the primal animal in him.
    From what he’d overheard, it appeared that she wasn’t looking for anything that resembled a relationship, which suited him just fine, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t have a little fun together.
    He began crafting a plan—a plan that would allow both of them to get what they wanted. As he plotted and tweaked the details, his heart beat in a mad cadence, eager to put his idea into motion.

3
    L auren was already a couple of days into her vacation, and instead of feeling relaxed and refreshed, she felt so restless, edgy and goddamn horny, she needed to take matters into her own hands. She kicked off her covers and cursed under her breath.
    Hours earlier she’d fallen into a fitful sleep, throughout which sensually charged dreams intruded on her slumber, snapping her awake and leaving her hovering on the brink of an orgasm. Now, feeling needy and unfulfilled, her sex muscles were pulsing, demanding she do something about her current state of arousal.
    Lauren slipped her hand between her legs, pulled open her blood-swollen lips and stroked her sopping-wet clit. As need drove her actions, her slow caresses became faster and more urgent. Her fingers picked up tempo, her breathing deepened and in no time at all her artful ministrations took her over the edge. A low moan crawled out of her throat as she rolled to her side