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in her wig.
    She met his gaze and held it. Lush red lashes skimmed his cheeks as he blinked. He was playing his part well, but with a bit too much enthusiasm.
    “I cannot surrender my kingdom for passion,” she said and kicked the script out of their way.
    “The queen must have a good memory as she’s just made a mess of our lines.” His smile changed to a scowl.
    Should she call his bluff? How much could she take before losing all control? Resist as she might, his callused fingertips persuaded her to play along. Before she could reply, he flipped her over his leg and slapped her nearly naked bottom. She cried out, surprised when his warm wet lips brushed against the spot he’d just struck. Unable to control her own body, Moira raised her backside against his bold hand.
    “What a bad girl you are, my naughty nymph of the Nile.”
    Fire flashed through her loins. What might he do next? Another playful slap revealed his desires.
    “Unhand me, you, you...”
    “What, Cleo? What do those lovely lips long to tell me?”
    Breathless by this time, she gasped when he pulled her into an upright position straddling his leg. Over the swell of her breasts, he trailed the rubber snake, finally bringing it to rest between her legs. Moira’s body melted against his, and she lost all control of the situation.
    “That you’re not a sheik after all.”
    White teeth appeared between his lips, and a heart-stopping smile made its way across his mouth. “If I’m not, then who am I?”
    Above, the stage lights beamed down with unrelenting brightness. Every pore on her body seeped sweat. Her hand slipped and came to rest against his left nipple. Like a tiny flower bud, it puckered against her palm.
    “You’re Reilly Dunne. And evil.”
    His nostrils flared at her recognition. This man was a dangerous sort, but she couldn’t take her eyes off his handsome face. What a dream come true.
    He ignored her remark. “What treasures do you possess?”
    The wetness between her legs intensified, and Moira shifted her weight. Her sheik stretched, and she studied his muscled body.
    In a fit of fancy, she twisted one of the scarves and placed it between her legs. Slowly, she pulled the free end, allowing the piece of silk to slip upward while holding his gaze. The musk from his body mixed with the scent of leather from his belt. She inhaled deeply to capture his maleness. Slung low over his hips were a pair of tan pantaloons. A gold buckle on his sash flashed and drew her attention to the bulge directly below it.
    “Care to see more of what makes me that way?” he teased.
    She averted her gaze. Applesauce. He knew. She writhed against his lap as his fingers tugged the thatch of coarse curls below her belly. A man like Reilly had his way with women despite the fact they were still clothed. Moira strained toward him, drawn by her own emerging desires.
    Suddenly, she remembered her vow and removed her hand from his chest. “T-treasures never to be found by most men.”
    “Care to let me have a look at the map?” he asked, drawing her face between his hot, damp hands.
    “I can’t tell the secrets of my treasure to such a rogue,” Moira said. Reilly prevented her from airing further sentiment. His lips found hers, and his tongue teased them apart.
    Held captive by his embrace, she allowed herself to be swept away by the fantasy. Oh, to tell her friends of this moment.
    “Are you sure you won’t give me a hint?” he coaxed, stroking her inner thigh until she could stand it no longer.
    Moira’s senses screamed and her body betrayed her. Under his heated gaze, she might as well be naked. Blood pounded in her brain. Unable to finish their act, she fled, but not quickly enough. The soft rasp of her ripping veil was followed by a tight tug against her coin belt. Reaching safety behind the curtain, she watched him play with the pretty coin he’d plucked from her sash.
    Into the air, he tossed the trinket, catching it with his eyes closed.