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obvious he was in a seriously deep sleep.
    “I see how it is,” she said, starting to grow annoyed. “Fine, you want me to raise you from the dead?
    How’s this?”
    She placed her hand directly on his crotch, a little surprised when she didn’t find the cotton barrier of his briefs. Since when did Tony sleep in the buff?
    Not that she minded.
    As a lazy heat began dancing through her veins, she dragged her index finger along the length of his shaft.
    Like his chest, it was rock-hard, and…bigger? No, it couldn’t be.
    She ran her finger over the tip of his cock, felt the drop of moisture there, and smiled as another groan broke through the silence. Finally. Signs of life.
    His massive erection told her he’d be getting into the swing of things soon, and she was right. The second she squeezed his shaft, one powerful arm slid out and pulled her closer. She found herself crushed in his embrace, his cock still in her hand, while a pair of warm lips sought hers in the darkness.
    His kiss stole the breath from her lungs and made her gasp against his hot mouth. There was nothing soft or gentle about it, just a greedy devouring, the hungry thrusts of his tongue, the sting of his teeth as he bit her lower lip.
    Oh dear God, when did Tony start kissing like this?
    And why hadn’t he done it sooner?
    The intensity of his kisses caused her to drop her hand from his throbbing erection, and all she could do was lose herself in the delicious sensations his mouth and tongue created in her body. Limbs turning to jelly. Moisture pooling between her legs. Nipples so tight it was almost painful.
    A fire hotter than she’d ever experienced slowly swept over her. Crackling when he bit her lip again.
    Hissing when his hand cupped a breast.
    And then he slid one finger into her sopping wet pussy and she was shocked to feel the ripples of an impending orgasm rising to the surface.
    She clamped her teeth down on her bottom lip, trying to stop herself from climaxing. It was too fast, too soon.
    How is this possible? her overly-aroused brain demanded.
    She’d slept with this guy dozens of times before, so why was her entire body swarming with unfamiliar—but totally incredible—sensations?
    She pried open her eyelids, hoping if she let their gazes lock, she might make sense of it. She squinted, blinked as she searched his face in the dark, and then wondered why his features seemed more…rugged.
    Her gaze drifted lower and settled on his arm—was that a tattoo? When had Tony gotten himself inked?
    And why wasn’t he tanned? He’d just come from the Bahamas, so really, he should have a—
    “What’s the matter, sweetheart?” came a sleepy voice.
    The husky sound that filled the room made her sit up as if someone had shoved a ten-thousand-volt wire up her spine.
    Why didn’t she recognize his voice?
    As a steady stream of panic rushed up her throat, she stared down at the dark head beside her, and repeated his question in her disorientated brain.
    What was the matter?
    In one very swift, very startling moment, Maggie knew exactly what the matter was.
    She was in bed with a complete and total stranger.

    Ben woke up with jolt, sucked out of his dream the way dust bunnies get sucked out from under the bed by a hungry vacuum cleaner. The shrill female yelp stung his ears, pleasure draining from his body like bathwater.
    Christ, that dream. It even rivaled the one he’d had back in the ninth grade, where he’d fondled Cindy Mason’s Double-D’s. No Double-D’s in this one, but a pair of delectable C’s, and a female body with more curves than a lush valley. A hot mouth with an eager tongue. A tight wet pussy—
    “Oh my God, I’m so sorry.”
    The mortified voice thrust Ben into a fully conscious state. As he quickly collected his bearings, he glanced over and saw that it was all real. There was a gorgeous redhead in bed with him, as naked as he was—and she looked horrified.
    “What the fuck…?” He blinked a few times and