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took hold of her arms and pinned her back against the bed.
    "Do I win?" Diego asked softly, his black eyes dancing. He grinned, flashing his deep dimples. His dark hair fell across his forehead as he leaned in closer.
    "You win," Alexa laughed, tilting her head all the way back in a gesture of surrender. Her blonde hair fanned out behind her. "Hands down."
    "Good," Diego said. He brushed his full lips lightly up her neck, taunting her. Alexa wriggled to get out of his grip, even though she was more than happy where she was. She could feel her skin heating up. Diego's skin, as always, was warm and smelled like Cool Water.
    Diego slid his lips up to her mouth, but let them hover there, barely touching hers. Alexa grinned; this was one of their favorite games -- to see who would give in first and start the real kiss. When she didn't
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    think she could bear it another second, Diego dove in and kissed her fiercely. Alexa kissed him back with equal hunger, delighting in the sensation. When it came to hooking up, she and Diego were so in sync that Alexa sometimes felt as if the two of them were giving off actual sparks. Even after a year together, their chemistry was still as intense as ever.
    "Alexa," Diego murmured, slowly ending the kiss. He ran his hands down her bare arms and over to her hips, pulling her in even closer. "Te quiero."
    Instinctively, Alexa drew back a little. Normally, she adored it when her Cuban American boyfriend spoke to her in Spanish as he often did when they were together like this. And she did quiero Diego, too. But here, in Paris, Spanish felt... wrong. Alexa longed to speak her native language -- which Diego didn't know a word of, except maybe for bonjour or rnerci (but he pronounced even those with a Spanish accent). Alexa turned her head toward the balcony, now hidden behind the drapes. As luscious as Diego made her feel, he couldn't quench her lust for the city outside.
    "You okay?" Diego whispered. He rolled to one side and put his arms around her waist, kissing her shoulder. "Listen, I meant to tell you before I'm sorry about the flight."
    Alexa looked back at him and sighed at the regret in his dark eyes. The flight had sucked -- mainly
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    because Diego had failed to warn her that he sometimes got airsick. When the plane hit a pocket of turbulence somewhere over the Atlantic, he had to keep popping Dramamine pills and making emergency runs to the bathroom not quite the sublimely sexy voyage Alexa had been envisioning. And, as if Diego's restroom visits weren't mood-killing enough, sitting behind Alexa was a cackling demon child who seemed to take immense pleasure in bopping her on the head with his monster Tonka truck every twenty seconds -- that is, until Alexa had finally whirled around to snap at his frazzled nanny in French.
    For the rest of the trip, she and Diego had dozed fitfully, banging elbows over the armrest and bickering over the volume on Alexa's portable DVD player. When they'd finally landed, cranky as hell, in Charles de Gaulle airport, Alexa had felt a quick stab of apprehension: What if the flight had been a bad omen for the whole trip?
    But then, just as quickly, she had swept the worry away.
    "Who cares about the flight?" Alexa whispered as she snuggled closer to her beau. "We're here now -- so we'd better start making the most of it."
    Though Alexa had intended those words as a gentle prod for Diego to get his gorgeous butt out of bed, her boyfriend clearly had a different interpretation.
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    Grinning, he leaned in and started kissing her again. Figuring Paris could wait a little while longer, Alexa responded happily, wrapping her arms all the way around Diego's back. The two of them started to roll over to Alexa's side of the bed -- and Alexa was thinking about how much this felt like some lush romance movie (a French one, of course) -- until Diego suddenly stopped.
    "What's wrong?" Alexa asked, her skin still tingly from their kissing. She pulled back to gaze down at