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Caet there if he put his mind to it, but at the moment he preferred the nice comfortable buzz of the nearly there He liked to think it was just the two-steps-short-of-sloppy state that was holding his luck steady

He believed absolutely in the ebb and flow of luck, and right now his was flowing fast and hot Just the day before, he'd raced his hydrofoil to victory in the world cha out the co record for time and speed

He had the glory, and the hefty purse, and he'd taken both over to Monte Carlo to see how they held up

They held up just dandy

A few hands of baccarat, a couple of rolls of the dice, the turn of a card, and his wallet weighed heavier Between the paparazzi and a reporter fro either

Fortune continued to s him toward that little jewel in the Med at the sa its swimsuit-edition shoot

And the leggiest of those long-steh-summer blue eyes on him, tipped her full, pouty lips up in an invitational smile a blind er

And she'd et a whole lot luckier

Chas sex Yes indeed, Ca his kind of lady

When they stepped out of the casino into the balht, one of the ubiquitous paparazzi leaped out, snapping frantically The woave her endless ht silvery-blond hair an artful toss and shifted her killer body expertly Her red-is-the-color-of-sin dress, barely thicker than a coat of paint, made an abrupt halt just south of the Gates of Paradise

Carinned

"They're such pests," she said with a hint of a lisp or a French accent Cath of that thin silk, and let Cauide her down the moon-dappled street "Every place I look is a ca viewed as an object for the pleasure of men"

Oh, yeah, right, he ured the pair of thehed and turned her into his are one, sugar?"

He brought his aged his irateful their hotel was only two blocks away

She skiers up into his hair She liked a man with plenty of hair, and his was full and thick and as dark as the night around theh muscle and lean, disciplined lines She was very choosy about the body of a potential lover, and his more than met her strict requirements

His hands were just a bit rougher than she liked Not the pressure or movement of theto overlook their lack of class because of their skill

His face was intriguing Not pretty She would never be coupled, raphed, with a hness about his face, a hardness that had to do with ht over bones It was in the eyes, she thought as she laughed lightly and wiggled free They were gray, more the color of flint than smoke, and they held secrets

She enjoyed a man with secrets, as none of the

"You're a bad boy, Caer against his mouth, a mouth that held no softness whatsoever

"So I've always been told—" He had to think for a es of his memory "Martine"

"Maybe, tonight, I'll let you be bad"

"I' on it, sweetie" He turned toward the hotel, slanted a glance over At six feet, she was nearly eye to eye with him "My suite or yours?"

"Yours" She all but purred it "Perhaps if you order up another bottle of chane, I'll let you try to seduce me"

Cameron cocked an eyebrow, asked for his key at the desk "I'll need a bottle of Cristal, two glasses, and one red rose," he told the clerk while keeping his eyes on Martine "Right away"

"Yes, Monsieur Quinn, I'll take care of it"

"A rose" She fluttered at him as they walked to the elevator "How romantic"

"Oh, did you want one too?" Her puzzled s point So they'd forget the laughs and conversation, he decided, and shoot straight for the bottom line

The ainst hiry He'd been too busy, too focused on his boat, too angled in on the race to take any tirant skin, curves, generous curves A wo, experienced, and knew the boundary lines

That made Martine perfect

She let out a ned for his benefit, then arched her throat for his nipping teeth "You go fast"

He slid his hand down the silk, up again "That's how Ifast Every time Every way"

Still holding her, he circled out of the elevator, down the corridor to his rooainst his, her breath catching, and her hands… well, he figured she knew just what she was doing with them

So much for seduction

He unlocked the door, shoved it open, then closed it by bracing Martine against it He pushed the two string-width straps off her shoulders and with his eyes on hers helped hinificent breasts

He decided her plastic surgeon deserved a medal

"You want slow?"

Yes, the texture of his hands was rough, but God, exciting She brought one ive her full marks for a sense of balance "I want now"