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Kerry took off her stiletto slut boots—she hated anything more binding than flip-flops—and strolled around the room, touching a soft cherry wood armoire, then filtering the netting over the bed between her fingers. The soft chenille rug cushioned her bare feet. Getting used to a place like this would be no hardship at all.
    At least she thought so until five-foot-seven-inch Jason stumbled in, staggering as he carried Rafe, who was well over six feet, on his shoulder fireman style. The shade of her accomplice’s sweat-beaded face resembled the color of a very ripe grape.
    “Oh, let me help!” She rushed over to Jason, just as he lumbered about and sagged against the bed, depositing Rafe across it.
    No surprise that he dwarfed the bed.
    Jason stood, panting. “Damn, he’s not light.”
    “Next time, tell me you need help. I’m more than willing—”
    “I know. I got it.” He stretched a muscle between his neck and shoulder. “I’m glad we’re nearly done situating ol’ Paul Bunyan here.”
    “Done? He’s just lying across the bed. The minute he wakes up—What are you doing?”
    As Jason removed Rafe’s shoes, socks, and tie, then dumped them beside the bed, Kerry watched with annoyance. Restraining an unconscious man—before he awoke—seemed far more important than seeing to his comfort. Then Jason started on Rafe’s shirt, one small white button at a time. And the view became . . . incredible. Firm. Taut. Muscled. Silky dark hair lightly dusted incredible pecs. Flat brown nipples taunted her. Real six-pack abs. Kerry’s eyes threatened to pop from her head.
    “I’m situating him,” Jason said, as he swiped at the sweat running down his face. “Can you get me a bottle of water from the fridge?”
    Had Jason spoken? Oh, Rafe had endless golden skin, yummy bulging shoulders, and—
    “Kerry, water?” Jason prompted, annoyed. “Fridge.”
    “Oh, yeah.” Kerry reluctantly peeled her eyes away and backtracked down the hall.
    Inside the small kitchen brimming with New England charm, a white refrigerator gleamed. Yanking on the handle, Kerry opened the appliance to find water and a host of other staples. Apparently Dominating Dave liked to be well nourished when he tied up his girlfriends.
    Grabbing two bottles of water, Kerry returned to the bedroom—and stopped.
    Rafe lay completely, beautifully naked except for a scrap of sheet covering a distinct bulge just below his lean waist and above well-muscled thighs.
    Jason grabbed his water from her nearly limp hand. Absently, Kerry brought hers to her mouth and swallowed deeply. Seeing the lust of your life damn near naked called for large quantities of Evian.
    He shoved Rafe’s shirt, pants, and boxer-briefs into her hands, leaving his socks, shoes, and tie beside the bed. “Put these in the closet, where he can’t get to them.”
    “W-why is Dawson naked?”
    “A naked man is less likely to run down the road looking for help, don’t you think?”
    And more likely to turn my mind to utter mush every timewe’re in the same room. “I suppose.” Kerry glanced down at the pile on the floor beside the bed. “What about his socks, shoes, and tie?”
    The mischievous grin Kerry knew well flashed across Jason’s face. “Leave them there. If he finds a way to escape, at least his feet are covered.”
    Logic, anyone? “And the necktie?”
    “A man’s got to have some dignity.”
    Sometimes Kerry could only shake her head at Jason’s sense of humor. “Great. I thought you’d restrain him . . . or something. Not strip him. I don’t see how—”
    “One set of restraints, coming up.” Jason paused. “If you really think you can handle him. If not, we’ll pack him back in the car and deliver him to his hotel.”
    Couldn’t every twenty-three-year-old virgin handle a rich, sex-on-a-stick guy? “No problem.”

Chapter 2
    R afe awoke—and wished he hadn’t. The painful gong of a pounding headache reverberated down to his toes. He