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well as hormones. Did he want her? Or was she imagining the activity of his third Martian eye?
    “I think I’ll leave it on.” She gave her answer with utmost ambiguity.
    “Good. Because that’ll make doing this a whole lot more fun.” Leo looped his bound hands behind her neck. He held her still and his eyes flared sharply. The corner of his mouth lifted with the secret he was thinking.
    And then he leaned forward and gave Tinkerbell a tongue-lashing.
    Oh and my were the only two words Macy could remember. The rest of the noise in her throat was either a moan or a groan. Leo’s mouth covered her breast until her T-shirt and bra were as wet as he’d find her panties.
    He pulled on her nipple with his lips, scraped the tip with his teeth, then moved to Peter Pan, leaving damp circles of cotton and nylon and skin. He traced the line of her tattoo with the flat of his tongue, circling the tip over the Celtic knot that dipped between her breasts.
    Macy’s own fingers gouged into her thighs because she was afraid she’d reach for the buttons of his shirt, or the hem of her own, or his head to better guide him, or his other head to see exactly what he had to offer.
    Why was she wearing anything at all? Why weren’t they both naked and in bed?
    Okay. This madness had to stop. She pressed a hand to Leo’s chest and pushed him away from the grand work he was doing. His eyes were brighter than she’d ever seen them. His mouth was damp, and red from the contact with the fabric of her shirt.
    She opened her mouth to speak, but he grinned. The impish, devilish, cocky grin of a boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Or his mouth in the make-believe cleavage of a woman he didn’t know. Hmm.
    “Leo? What are we doing?”
    “Breast-feeding?”
    At that, she cuffed the back of his head. “An Eric Haydon comment if I ever heard one. Hey, what are your hands doing untied?”
    “Doing this.” One hand held her nape. “And this.” The other hand he splayed flat across her collarbone, hispalm resting on her cleavage, which was still damp from his mouth.
    Macy knew he was taking the measure of her heartbeat, her arousal in reaction to his touch. Men enjoyed that, knowing they held a woman’s orgasm in the palm of their hand. “Are you thinking of snapping my neck? Tossing my limp rag-doll body down the elevator shaft?”
    One hand slid up toward her throat. “Why would you think I’d do that?”
    “Easiest way to eliminate the competition.”
    He didn’t say anything for a minute, then murmured, “Rag doll?”
    She narrowed her eyes. “Don’t be getting any ideas.”
    “I don’t know. I like the idea of having my own personal plaything.”
    She tilted her head to one side. “The idea does have merits. I could use a boy toy of my own.”
    One brow went up, came down. “Boy toy? I guess I could live with that.”
    “I’m sure you could, but don’t think you’ll be so lucky. We’ve fraternized enough for one night.”
    “I thought fraternization was the secret to your scavenger hunt. Best way to learn all about one another.” Leo laced his fingers behind his neck and leaned back, knees spread wide as he considered the wet spots he’d left on her shirt.
    “I never said I was going to make this easy for you.” She backed off his lap and onto her feet. “We’re going to be at each other’s throats before the end of the month, you know.”
    He studied her over the rims of his glasses. “Throats? I can’t say that would be the first thing I’d go after.”
    “Don’t tell me you’re actually considering sleeping with the enemy.”
    For a moment he remained silent. Unmoving. Then the slow blink of his eyes, plus the rapid tapping of a single index finger along the outer edge of the chair arm, suggested conflicting thoughts must be running through his mind.
    Finally, he pushed to his feet and reached for his cell phone. A self-directed shake of his head offered little insight into what decision he’d