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looked
this
good.
    Biting her lip, she pulled his heavy, black Harley boots off, then slid his pants down his long, muscular legs. She hissed as her hands came in contact with his skin, which was liberally laced with short blond hairs.
    Oh yeah, he was definitely hot and fine.
    As she folded the pants, she paused and ran her hand over the fabric. They were made of the softest material she'd ever touched. Almost like chamois, only different. It was a strange texture. They couldn't possibly be real leather. They were so thin and—
    Her thoughts stopped as she caught sight of him on her bed.
    Oh yeah, baby
. Now that was every woman's fantasy. A gorgeous naked guy at her mercy.
    He lay across the pink comforter with one tanned arm draped over his stomach and his legs slightly apart, as if waiting for her to join him there and run her hands up and down that lean, hard body.
    He was a luscious one to stare at.
    She sucked her breath between her teeth as she ached to climb up that strong, magnificent body and lay herself over him like a blanket. To feel his large, strong hands on her skin as she took him into her body and made wild monkey love to him for the rest of the night.
    Umm-hmmm!
    Her lips burned for a taste of that marvelous golden skin. And he was
all
golden skin. There wasn't a tan line on him.
    Gimme!
    Sunshine shook her head to clear it. Goodness, she was acting like a total goober over him.
    And yet…
    There was something very special about this man. Something that called out to her like a siren's song.
    "Sunshine?"
    She jumped at
Wayne's impatient call. She'd completely forgotten his presence. "Just a minute," she said.
    I just want one more peek
. A woman needed a good ogle every now and again, and how often did a woman get a chance to ogle an unconscious handsome god?
    Resisting the urge to fondle her guest, she covered him with a blanket, picked his jacket up from the bed, then left the room.
    As she walked to the sofa, she studied his bloodied pants. Where had the blood come from?
    Before she could investigate the pants,
Wayne pulled them from her hands and grabbed the wallet out of the back pocket.
    "What are you doing?" she asked.
    "Checking him out. I want to see who this guy is."
Wayne opened the wallet and scowled.
    "What?"
    "Let's see, seven hundred and thirty-three dollars in cash and not a bit of ID. Not even a license or credit or debit card."
Wayne pulled a huge dagger out of the other pocket and flicked a release that spread the dagger out into a circle of three lethal-looking blades.
Wayne cursed even louder. "Shit, Sunshine, I think you found yourself a drug dealer."
    "He's not a drug dealer."
    "Oh yeah, how do you know?"
    Because drug dealers don't rescue women from rapists
. But she didn't dare tell
Wayne that. It would only get her lectured and give him indigestion.
    "I just do, now put that back."
     
    "Well?" Camulus asked Dionysus as Dionysus entered the hotel room.
    Styxx looked up from his magazine at the sound of his voice. The Celtic god, Camulus, had been sitting on the couch across from him in the hotel suite while they had waited for news.
    Dressed in black leather jeans and a gray sweater, the ancient deity had been flipping channels incessantly since Dionysus left, making Styxx want to snatch the remote from his hand and slam it down on the iron-and-glass coffee table.
    But only a fool took a remote from a god.
    Styxx might have a death wish, but he had no desire to be ruthlessly tortured before he died.
    So Styxx had gnashed his teeth and done his best to ignore Camulus and wait for Dionysus's return.
    Camulus wore his long black hair pulled back in a ponytail. There was something devilish and evil about him, but then, given the fact he was a god of war, that was understandable.
    Dionysus paused just inside the door. He shrugged out of his long cashmere coat, then pulled his brown leather gloves from his hands.
    At six ten, the god of wine and excess would be an intimidating sight to