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her skin looked soft and smooth, moving easily beneath the silky ebony strap of her bra.
    â€œSo what’re we going to do about this?” she asked, as she settled back on the bed, the pink wrapper no longer clutched in her fingers, her navel and the top of lacy black underpants visible. When he didn’t reply, she inched closer to him, first with her toe, then with the rest of her, sliding slowly down the bed, rumpling the coverlet with her rounded buttocks. Her eyes were hot, dark mirrors seeming to reflect the torment of his soul. She seemed to stare past all the lies he’d told her as she pulled herself up to her knees and moved her head close to his. She smelled of perfume and smoke and bourbon.
    â€œSo you won’t tell me, eh? Well, just let me know when I do something you don’t like, okay?”
    She pressed her hot, wet tongue against the shell of his ear and he groaned. The swelling between his legs began to ache and as her tongue dipped into his ear, he wondered if he might embarrass them both by coming in his pants. “Come on, baby, what’re you waiting for?” she whispered in a whiskey-smooth voice.
    The invitation was impossible to resist.
    He grabbed her and pressed his lips hard to her mouth, smearing lipstick in his anxiety, tossing her back on the bed so he could feel her under him.
    â€œThat’s my boy,” she growled as he shoved the robe off her and stared at her beautiful breasts. Round, dark nipples pointed upward through the sheer lace, inviting his hands and mouth and Zachary, finding her so willing, couldn’t stop himself.
    His thumb grazed a nipple and she arched, her butt coming off the bed, her naked abdomen slapping against the inseams of his pants. Her fingers found the buttons of his shirt and the wall of skin beneath. She lifted herself up and playfully nipped at his few chest hairs, causing him to lose himself in the wonder of her touch. Already dizzy from the champagne, Zachary felt the room spin as she touched him, her magic fingers caressing his bare skin, her tongue slick and hot as she slid down farther.
    He groaned as she breathed across his groin and he closed his eyes in ecstasy. But as eagerly as she’d started, she stopped just as suddenly, jerking up her head.
    Zach sensed trouble. He opened his eyes and found her staring at the door. He reached for his fly.
    Bam! The door burst open. The knob banged against the wall. Sophia screamed, bucked beneath him, and tried to writhe off the bed. “No!” she squealed, trying to push him away.
    Zach, still foggy, glanced toward the door. For a second he couldn’t move, but Sophia, scrambling, managed to slide away from him.
    Two men, one tall and dark, the other shorter, were silhouetted in the doorway, two dark, menacing figures.
    â€œGet out of here,” Zach commanded.
    They didn’t move.
    â€œI said—”
    â€œShut up!” the big one cut in, stepping inside.
    The short one slid a glance at Sophia, then kicked the door shut.
    Zachary rolled off the bed and onto the balls of his feet. The smell of a fight hung heavy in the air; he stood between the men and the bed, torn between some silly chivalrous desire to protect the woman and the urge to run like hell out of the room. He stood his ground, staring down the men. “Call security,” he ordered Sophia.
    â€œDanvers?” The shorter one demanded.
    â€œYeah?” Zachary’s guts shredded. These thugs knew his name? How? The hooker! This had to be some kind of setup.
    He jumped toward the bedside table and phone. But he wasn’t fast enough. The tall man kicked the phone out of Zach’s hands.
    â€œWhat the hell—”
    Zach spun. Too late! The tall intruder grabbed Zachary’s arm and wrenched it painfully behind his back. Zach twisted and writhed. Pain screamed up his arm.
    â€œCool it, you dumb fuck!”
    Zach kicked, the heel of his boot connecting with the man’s