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am, sneaking around in the dark with his sexy daughter.”
    “Lucky for you, Pirate Scott, my parents are in a hotel tonight. We own the Crystal Sands chain, and whenever we’re near one, they stay in it.”
    Even as relief flooded him, he asked, “Why don’t you ?”
    She shrugged. “I do sometimes. But tonight I had something better to do.”
    “What?”
    “ You . Have you ever fucked on satin sheets?” she asked without pause. “It’s like a third lover in the bed the way they move against your skin.”
    The truth was, Scott’s trepidation about the liaison had dimmed his arousal a little over the last few minutes, but Payton Albright’s direct and naughty nature brought it right back, producing an instant hard-on in his black waiter’s pants. “Can’t say that I have,” he replied. “But like I told you earlier, anything you want, baby—I’m up for it.
    And I never have anything against three lovers in the bed at once.”
    His wink, along with his words, got Payton so hot that she wondered if her wetness would run right down her thighs. She was so ready for this guy. Screw the wine , she thought as she pushed to her feet and stepped toward him.
    She pressed her palms to his chest, feeling the warmth there through his shirt, along with the muscles. He smelled vaguely of expensive food and light perspiration, scents that were suddenly, oddly, erotic as hell. And as his arms closed around her, she melted into him as easily as if she’d known him for years.
    His kiss, tongue, were bold and confident, swallowing, moving all through her the same as if she had taken another intoxicating sip of wine. The parts of her body that had been aroused and swollen all day seemed to pulse now, as if her heart were beating everywhere . She’d never been kissed like this before—by a man whose attentions felt so hotly possessive, as if he were going to take charge. Mmm, yes, that’s what she wanted—a pirate lover who would turn her into a naughty wench in his embrace.
    She kissed him back, sensual, hard, and let her hands explore—his shoulders, his arms, his thick hair. She loved the way the stubble on his chin scraped lightly against her skin, the way his large hands molded to her waist, then her ass. And when his hard cock pressed to the juncture of her thighs through their clothes—oh God, she thought she’d explode into orgasm, right then and there.
    She moved against him automatically—there was no controlling it. She heard her breath come hard and fast. She clutched at his shirt collar and as she sensed him balling the skirt of her dress in his hands, she began to work at his buttons. Yes, yes, this was really happening—they were really going to do this!
    When his palms squeezed her bare ass, she gasped, and when he began moving his hands around, clearly seeking the fabric that wasn’t there, he let out a low groan and said, “No panties?”
    Her stomach hollowed with what a bad girl she was. She drew back slightly, met his gaze, bit her lip, shook her head.
    “Damn, baby,” he whispered. “That’s fucking hot .”
    “They…got too wet…earlier,” she said between heated breaths as his kisses dropped lower, to her neck. “From…wanting you.”
    After another hot growl left his throat, his warm breath caressed her ear. “I want to lick that hot, wet little pussy dry.”
    A burst of sensation shot through her body, almost like a mini-orgasm, making her gasp as the tremor shook her.
    “Apparently,” he said with a dirty little smile, “you want that too.” Then he took her hand and led her to a lounge chair, the same where she usually sunbathed when they were at sea. Her pussy throbbed more madly than she could have imagined with each step, so swollen she could barely stand it.
    Scott sat her gently down, then closed his hand around one ankle, lifting it over the extended part of the chair, so that her dress rose, of its own accord this time, high on her thighs. “Show me,” he said,