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almost twenty minutes to cruise from one side of the enormous reception room to the other. Jack kept his arm around Mia’s slender waist, his hand intimately brushing her hip. Her active little brain might be as annoyed as hell at him, but her lush body responded as it always had. Her skin felt hot beneath his palm, and her eyes held that fiery glint that promised either retribution or mind-blowing sex. Tonight he knew it would be retribution.
    There were a few groups of people standing around chatting in the wide corridor, which led to the library cum study and to the rest rooms available to the guests. Jack backed Mia against the inlaid mahogany paneling.
    â€œWha—”
    He leaned into her and crushed his mouth down on hers. He dove into the kiss like a man with heat-stroke diving into the cool aqua waters of a swimming pool.
    Her mouth tasted achingly familiar. Slick, wet from the wine she’d drunk. God. Mia…Jack wasn’t going to waste this. He ignored her nails digging into his forearms through his shirt and jacket. Ignored the strength of her grip. He wrapped his arms around her slender body, leaned into her and drank from her mouth until he was dizzy with want, blazing with need.
    He slid one hand up her back to cup the nape of her neck. His other palm slipped down to cup her bottom. She murmured against his marauding lips. Jack wasn’t sure if it was a protest or compliance and he was very close to that state where he didn’t much care. Knowing Mia, her brain was complaining and her body had already started softening. At least, he hoped so. It wasn’t possible to even think that she wasn’t feeling this. It was too intense, too encompassing. Too… huge.
    Acutely aware that people milled around them, Jack kept his attention on Mia’s mouth. The feel of her peaked nipples were hidden against his shirt-front, and for his pleasure alone.
    Her lips, once soft, were now avid against his. She might believe—hell, he wanted her to believe—that this was all part of his game plan. God only knew they’d done it before. Appeared about to rip each other’s clothes off and snuck into a dark library, office or locked room to heist something for Uncle Sam.
    For Jack this was far more than a game plan to get them into the privacy of the library. Reluctantly, he eased his mouth from hers, lifting his head to look at her. Her eyes were glazed and slightly unfocused. He brushed moisture from her mouth with the side of his thumb. “Ready?”
    â€œA-absolutely.” She straightened away from the wall. When he didn’t automatically step back, she scowled and shoved at his chest with her palms.
    â€œDon’t push your luck, Ryan,” she said in a husky whisper.
    If observed from more than three feet away they would appear to be nothing other than two lovers engaged in intimate conversation. He wrapped his arm about her slender waist.
    â€œLet’s do it.” He guided her toward the closed double doors of the library. “Hope to hell there’s no one in here,” Jack said in a stage whisper.
    Mia, as good as she ever was, played right along. “Oh, honey…do you really think we should?”
    Jack shoved open the door with an impatient hand, almost dragged her inside and slammed the door, knowing what everyone on the other side would think.
    The second the door closed, Mia turned and twisted the lock.
    â€œYou didn’t have to paint my tonsils, Jack,” she complained. The heavy, dark green velvet drapes were open to the night. Without a doubt, security guards were perambulating on the wide patio beyond the French doors. “Close the drapes and let’s just get this over with.”
    Jack started walking past her to cross the room. He felt eyes on them and used the opportunity to touch her cheek. “I’ve missed you.”
    â€œGood, you’re well-practiced then. You won’t have a hard time adjusting when