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needed to amend her rules. Her body ached with wanting him. The man was too sexy for his own good.
    She gnawed her lower lip as she watched him sleep. Would he stil be interested in her when he wasn’t looking at her through beer goggles? Their age difference weighed heavily on her mind. She was at least seven years his senior, but she looked younger than 35. Everyone said so. Maybe he wouldn’t realize… He’d probably figure it out tomorrow, though. She didn’t have the body of an eighteen-year-old anymore. She’d just have to show him that being with an older woman had certain advantages. Assuming he was interested. The way he looked at her had made her bones melt. And his strong, yet gentle, touch? Her legs had almost given out on her when he’d placed a hand on the back of her thigh. It had been way too long since she’d last had sex. That had to be the explanation for the lustful creature he’d awakened in her. She’d just get him out of her system and send him on his way.
    Myrna drew away from the bed to get ready to sleep with him. Heat rose to the surface of her skin. No, not sleep with him, sleep next to him. The ache between her thighs intensified. As she changed into her nightgown and hung her suit in the closet, she wondered if she’d ever get to sleep tonight. If she had any sense at al , she would have made him go back to his room, but he’d kissed her entirely senseless. She went through her nightly routine and then climbed into bed next to Brian, suddenly grateful that she’d taken a suite with a single king-sized bed, instead of one with two queens. With only one available bed, she had a perfectly good reason to share it with him. Right?
    And with him passed out, he’d never know what she did to him while he slept.
    She reached across the bed and took his hand, tracing his fingers in awe. She hadn’t just been making smal talk in the lounge.
    The man real y was a musical genius. These fingers worked magic on a fret board. She didn’t doubt they’d work magic on her skin.
    She gently kissed each fingertip of his left hand, and cradled it between her breasts. She closed her eyes and tried to clear her head enough to sleep. When Brian shifted and buried her under his hard body, she decided sleep was highly overrated.

Chapter 3
    Moist heat trailed up the side of Myrna’s neck. She sighed, more asleep than awake. A gentle suction just under her ear drew a shudder from her body. She gave herself over to the feel of his mouth against her skin and the warm strength of his hard body behind her. The backs of his fingers brushed over the bare skin just beneath her navel. Her body tensed with need. His fingers slid beneath the waistband of her panties, teasing curls of hair as he sought her clit. She was so hot and swol en. How had he gotten her so worked up so quickly? His fingers stroked her with the speed, pressure, and rhythm required to bring her to orgasm in seconds.
    “Oh God!” she cried as her body convulsed with release. She’d never climaxed so quickly in her life.
    She turned her head to seek his mouth with hers. She reached for him, her hand finding the warm skin of his arm. He’d removed his shirt while she’d been sleeping. A little more exploring found he stil wore his jeans. Damn.
    He kissed her, and then shifted her back against his chest with one hand splayed over her bare bel y. His other hand cupped her breast through her nightgown. He rested his chin on her shoulder and sighed.
    “How do you feel?” she asked.
    “Horny.”
    She chuckled. “I meant your hangover.”
    “What hangover?”
    She smiled and her hand slid between their bodies, cupping his erection through his pants. She’d suspected it last night when he’d pressed his bulge against her mound, but her fondling confirmed it. Oh yes, huge. Her entire body throbbed. Brian caught her hand to prevent her from stroking him, but didn’t move it away.
    “Hold on,” he said. “You left me in quite a state last