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seduction?
    Justin was losing his mind. His erection was so hard and stiff and full
that he thought his brain would implode. He couldn’t stand it much longer.
He would have to take her and that was a complete impossibility. She was a
stranger, and yet, she felt and tasted so familiar as if they had lived before.
He had to end this. He should. He absolutely should. But first…
    Justin clamped his mouth against hers once more and indulging his
sexual impulses, he splayed his hand over her full breast luxuriating in the
soft flesh that spilled over his huge hands. The heat inside him was at an
inferno pitch. The slamming sound he heard in his head was clearly from
the jackhammering pulse his heart was beating out just to stay functional.
Five more minutes of this bliss and he’d be dead.
    He had to admit it, she was too much for him.
    Shana placed her hands against his muscular chest and regretfully but
ever-so-slowly pushed herself away from him. The moment she felt air rush
between her breasts and his chest, she felt a fleeting moment of sadness,
of near grief for the ending of the beauty she’d felt only a moment ago.
Suddenly, she understood the meaning of longing. She had felt safe being
held by him, and she shouldn’t have.
    Shana let her arms slip away from him and she pulled up her towel to
cover herself once again. She was stunned at the unthinkable abandon she’d
just performed. Shana had never done a single risky thing in her life. She’d
paid all her parking tickets, never indulged herself in too much ice cream
no matter how tempting the flavor, never intentionally said a hurtful thing
to another person even if they deserved it and she had never, ever made the
initial move toward a man…ever. But here she was, practically raping this
total stranger.
    No question about it, she’d lost her mind. Early onset Alzheimer’s. That
was it. Absolutely brought about by a rare sexual hormone imbalance probably
unknown to medical science, she rationalized.
    The man must think I’m a harlot!
    Overwhelmingly embarrassed, Shana’s blush covered her face, throat
and chest with a crimson blanket.
    Still, she thought, he was the most delicious thing she’d ever tasted. A
flash of wicked thought caused her to wonder what the rest of him would
taste like.
    “I shouldn’t have done that,” she said half-heartedly.
    “Liar. You loved it as much as I did,” he said in breathless tones, still not
quite back down to earth.
    “I confess. I did.”
    He slowly eased himself up enough off the seat to tie his towel around
his middle.
    Shana took the opportunity to glance down at him and see his erection.
She smiled and then instantly checked herself when she realized he had
caught her looking at him.
    “Yes. You most definitely aroused me. Being the gentleman that I am, I
prefer that we save that for our next date.”
    “Next date?”
    “I would say this counts as number one.”
    Shana looked shocked. She didn’t have time for dates. In fact she hadn’t
had time for most of the men she’d met on the job and off for months. At
least not since she and Karl Heilmann, the owner of the Shellingham Geneva
Hotel broke up. Was that really two years ago already? Karl had wanted her
solely for her genius at turning his hotel around. He thought they would
become a mega-power in the hotel industry. He wanted to build a chain to
rival the Four Seasons. He believed that Shana was his ticket to fame.
    Shana had learned her lesson the hard way and fast. She would never
trust her heart again to anyone she worked with or worse, worked for. She
was her own woman building her own reputation.
    “Oh, I don’t think…” she started when he put his fingers over her lips
again.
    Shana shivered when he touched her. It was a simple enough gesture.
She shouldn’t have responded so vehemently, but there was no question
that his touch shot shards of lightening straight down to the pit of her belly.
If he