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her a grin that used to melt her panties right off. She wiped chocolate
frosting from the wrapper with her fingertip and considered it a moment before
sticking her finger in her mouth to lick it off. Zach groaned. She scowled. “There
was a reason I was celibate a year. I want what’s between me and Ethan to be enough.”
    “What
if it’s not?” The grin disappeared.
    “It
will be.” Done with this conversation, she motioned toward the window. “How’s
the weather?”
    “I
was waiting for you two to wake up so I could turn on the television. It’s
still snowing pretty good.”
    “Another
day of this?”
    “Possibly
longer.” He folded his arms on the table and grinned. “Could be very boring.”
    She
ignored him and rose. “I’ll make the coffee. You turn on the weather report.”
    Ethan
lay awake listening to them talk, the domestic sound of it, the easy banter,
and wondered just how wild Jill had been, before he knew her. Zach didn’t seem
to think Ethan, one man, would be able to keep her satisfied. Jill’s words
seemed convinced, but her tone made him wonder if she doubted it herself.
    Once
he smelled the coffee brewing, she returned to the bed. He opened his eyes and
rolled toward her. She gave him a soft, coffee-flavored kiss and nestled down
with him. His body roused at the feel of her breasts against his arm, her legs
twined with his. Hell, just the smell of her hair turned him on. But he wouldn’t
give in to the desire to make love to her in front of Zach again. That was a
one-off, and he didn’t know what he’d been thinking. She was his, and he wanted
to protect her.
    Pressing
a kiss to the top of her head, he rolled out of bed and headed for the
bathroom, ignoring the knowing glance Zach gave his tented sweatpants.
    The
thing was, after something like yesterday, well, he couldn’t really think about
anything else.
    Once
they’d finished their meager breakfast, Zach flipped through the channels, but
there were only three, and none were clearer today than they’d been last night.
The weather forecast they managed to decipher told them they’d be stuck here at
least another twenty-four hours. With the main furniture in the room being
beds, and Jill looking sexy as hell even in her sweatshirt and jeans…
    Ethan
couldn’t get the picture of her in her sexy lingerie out of his head, and his
erection was really starting to hurt. He waited for Zach to volunteer to go get
food again, but he didn’t, and Ethan didn’t want to leave the two of them alone.
    Zach
finally went through the drawers of the place and came up with a brand new deck
of cards.
    “Poker?”
He held up the deck and lifted his eyebrows hopefully.
    “I
don’t have any money,” Jill said.
    “We
could make it more interesting.”
    She
stuck her tongue out at him. “I’m not stripping—it’s too cold.”
    “Not
exactly where I was going.” Zach sat at the table and cleared it, then tapped
the end of the deck against the table. “We each write down a fantasy and play
for that, one each in the pot. Whoever wins the hand ends up with all the
fantasies and can request it or not.”
    Jill
slid into the chair beside him, her attention on the cards. “A sexual fantasy,
you mean. Not like, ‘God, I wish I had a cheeseburger?’”
    “What
other kind? Look, I know you’re exclusive, the two of you, but what happens
within these walls can stay here. When this is over, you two go your way and I
go mine. We may never have another chance to experience something like this
with no repercussions, right?” Zach turned to Ethan. “Look, she’s yours, I get
it. I want no claim on that, just a little fun.”
    Ethan
looked at Jill. Her lips were parted, her skin flushed in arousal. He held her
gaze and waited for her protest. None came. He thought about the emails they’d
exchanged the past few weeks. She may say she didn’t like games, but she did.
Maybe this way he could see if that mattered to him or not.
    He
sat back and