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over her head. She released the skimpy, turquoise garment and it fel to the ground.

Shane grinned, his gaze caressing her naked breasts. "I see you're feeling a little more relaxed."

She grinned broadly and stretched her arms high in the air, then tucked them behind her head, luxuriating in the

feel of the sun and the soft ocean breeze caressing her breasts.

Shane's eyes glittered as his gaze fluttered over her breasts, then settled on her face. Her nipples pushed

forward, proud and hard.

"Melissa, you are an incredible woman."

"You got that right."

Melissa started at the sound of Ty's voice. Behind her.

She turned around, lowering her arms, resisting the urge to cover her breasts. The sun, behind him, set him in

silhouette. She couldn't make out his expression, but she could sense the exact moment he became aware of

her state of undress.

"I'm sorry, I . . ."

Melissa was absolutely amazed. The confident Ty Adams actually at a loss for words? Nonplussed by the sight of

her naked breasts?

She held her head a little higher, feeling a power pulsing through her. She could strike a man mute by simply

thrusting her naked breasts in his direction.

"I didn't mean to intrude. I was hoping to talk to you for a few minutes."

"Well, I was thinking of going for a swim. Want to join me?"

Ty glanced toward Shane, who lifted his spy novel and wagged it back and forth.

"Don't worry about me." Shane lay back, resting his head on a rol ed up towel. "Have fun."

Melissa pushed herself to her feet and strolled across the hot sand alongside Ty. She was very aware of her

naked breasts bouncing slightly as she walked—and of every male eye watching them. Including Ty, though with

surreptitious sideways glances.

Her nipples pushed forward and she felt her insides tighten. Good heavens, this was turning her on.

They reached the water's edge, the sand damp beneath her feet and warm water washing over her ankles. She

waded deeper, Ty by her side. The water washed over her calves, her thighs, her waist, until it swirled across the

underside of her breasts. She shivered, despite the hot sun beating down on her shoulders and back. Her nipples

puckered impossibly tight as the water washed over them. Not cold, by any means, but cooler than the air.

"Melissa, I came out here looking for you. To apologize about last night. I didn't know about the audience. I

never would have—"

"I know. It's fine."

His eyebrows drew together. "Last night, I would have sworn you were angry with me."

"I was, but I've thought about it and realize you have nothing to apologize for. Even if you had known about the

audience, it wasn't your responsibility to watch out for me."

"That's true, but I would have. If I'd known you didn't know."

At the tender look in his eyes, her breath caught.

"Just like you watched out for me the first day," she said softly. "In the numbers room. I really appreciated that, you know."

Ty realized he liked to watch out for her. It didn't mean she was dependent. It just made him feel needed.

They stood in silence for a moment, the pulsing of the ocean waves rocking them back and forth.

She stepped toward him, her naked breasts bouncing in the water. She cupped his face in her hands and kissed

him.

His arms slipped around her waist and he drew her against his body and claimed her lips with a tenderness that

startled them both. She tightened her arms around him and her nipples pushed into his chest, hard as pearls. He

hardened immediately.

God, he couldn't keep holding her like this, her naked skin teasing his, making his groin ache with need. Not

when he couldn't slide into the warm embrace of her body. And he wouldn't do that out here in public. Not with

her. Not after last night.

He released her.

"Melissa, I need a little distance here."

She grinned. "Or you'll ravage me right here in the water?"

He smiled, but uncertainty shuffled through him. "That's right."

Her grin widened and she dragged a finger across his shoulder. "Maybe I'd like that."

Her hand slid down his stomach then he felt her hand encircle his straining cock. She stroked him, her gentle

hand gliding over his length, driving him crazy.

"Melissa, if you keep doing that I'll . . ."

"Yes?" Her eyes glittered. She kissed him again, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth.

Her nipples pressing into his chest were driving him wild. He wrapped his hands around her buttocks and lifted

her. Her legs wrapped around him, the heat of her pussy pressed against his cock.

Their lips parted and he sucked in a breath.

"Melissa? Out here in front of all these people?"

As an answer, she guided the tip of his cock to her hot opening. She pushed the crotch of her bikini bottoms

aside and, before he knew it, his shaft slid inside her. She opened her legs wider and he thrust into her by

rocking her body forward and back. They bobbed rhythmical y in the water, the sun warming their skin and the

sea breezes caressing them.

She kissed along his jaw, then murmured in his ear, "Yes, Ty. Go in deeper. Fuck me hard."

The dirty words, coming from sweet little Melissa, burned through him, blazing a trail of pure, lusty need. He

slammed into her hard.

He thrust faster and faster.

"Oh, Ty." She sucked in a breath. "Please . . ."

He could feel the orgasm shudder through her body.

She whimpered. "More . . . yeah . . . yeah."

She moaned loudly, which changed to a long, languorous wail.

"Oh God, Ty." She slumped forward, her head resting on his shoulder.

He held her like that—his cock embedded inside her, her body snuggled against him—until he couldn't hold her

any longer. He released her and she slid to her feet. He felt cold as his cock slid free of her warmth.

"That was pretty incredible," he said. "I take it you've decided you like being watched."

"You think people were watching?" She grinned impishly.

He glanced around and noticed dozens of spectators eyeing them from the beach. "Oh, yeah."

She grinned. "I guess I'm . . . opening up a bit. Being in this environment . . . at this resort . . . makes you learn a lot about yourself."

He was amazed. And to think he'd once thought she couldn't stand on her own two feet. She might balk at a

new situation at first, but she quickly adapted—allowing herself to grow.

Melissa really was an impressive woman. A woman he could see himself spending a lot of time with. Under

other circumstances. If only she weren't married.

He squeezed her hand. "Does that mean we'll have to do it in front of an audience for the rest of the weekend?"

She smiled up at him. "Oh, I think the novelty of being in a private place . . . for us . . . could be quite a turn-on."

Chapter 13

TY STROLLED DOWN THE HALL TO THE ROOM HE SHARED WITH Suzanne, feeling like he was walking on air. He

would be meeting Melissa in a couple of hours for the game they had signed up for this evening, but he would

love to turn around right now and go find her again. He just couldn't get enough of her.

It was too damned bad she was a reporter who held Suzanne's future in her hand—and a married woman at

that. Ty kept tel ing himself she had come around, that there was no way she would trash the club, but the fear

still spiraled through him.

He opened the door and stepped into the room.

"Hey, stranger. Did you straighten things out with Melissa?" Suzanne, who'd been curled up in the easy chair

reading, put her book down on the table beside her.

His lips curved into a smile as he remembered the delights he'd enjoyed with Melissa.

"Oh, yeah."

She grinned. "I see. So, have you two signed up for the games tonight?"

"Yeah." He could hardly wait. He had sensed Melissa's interest in a ménage à trois and had suggested they sign up for a game with another couple—or more. "What about you? Got plans this evening?"

"Yeah, I'm going to spend some time in the management office. I want to see if they've come up with anything

on that video of you and Melissa. This morning, I told them to check all the video feeds to see if any had been

tampered with. Hal suggested that someone might have just pointed a video camera at the television and

recorded that way. Then there'd be no way of tracking it."

Ty's gut clenched at the thought of that video circulating around the Internet.

"That's true, but the quality of the video seemed better than that," he said. "Do you want me to hang around? I could be of help."

"No, way. I need you watching Melissa."

"But—"

She pushed herself to her feet and lightly whacked his arm, a big grin on her face.

"Get over it, Ty. So I'm paying you to get your rocks off with a pretty lady? What are friends for?"

He didn't remind her that he wasn't going to take her money. Knowing Suzanne, she'd find some way to make

him take it.

She strol ed to the door.

"Have fun." She grinned, then closed the door behind her.

Ty sat down at the computer. He had work to do, too. He signed on to the administrative account Suzanne had

given him access to and sorted through the e-mail records. He could check e-mails sent by any guest over the

resort's wireless network, but the only ones of interest to him were Melissa's and Shane's. So far, Shane had not

accessed e-mail at all and Melissa had read and responded to a few messages. Ty had learned that Melissa had

two sisters, one with three kids, and that she'd be joining them for dinner the Sunday after she returned. They'd

asked her how her vacation was going and one had expressed surprise at Melissa going on vacation again so

soon after a trip to Hawaii with Shane.

Ty pushed down the jealousy that arced through him at the thought of her alone on the beautiful, romantic

islands of Hawaii with another man—even though that man was her husband. Especial y since that man was her

husband. Ty felt a sickening pull inside his stomach at the fact that she was married to someone else. At the

knowledge that he could never have her as his wife, to come home to every day, to kiss and cuddle in front of a

roaring fire on a cold winter's day. To have kids with. To grow old with.

Shock jolted through him as he realized the direction of his thoughts. He'd never even contemplated any kind of

commitment with a woman let alone kids and retirement. What the hel had Melissa Woods done to him?

And why the hel did he like it so much?

He perused the computer screen and realized that Melissa was currently on an online chat with someone. His

stomach churned as he clicked open the chat session in progress from Melissa's room. He didn't want to spy on

her, but it was his job. He had an obligation to Suzanne.

He quickly read over the log showing the messages exchanged to this point.

JANET_RUNS_WITH_SCISSORS: Melissa, you there?

MELISSA_W: Hi, Janet. How was your vacation?

JANET_RUNS_WITH_SCISSORS: It was great. Lot's of food on the ship and, more importantly, lots of fabulous

men. I've got some stories that'l curl your toes. LOL. But right now, what I want to know is, are you real y at The

Sweet Surrender in St. Haven?

MELISSA_W: Yeah.

Ty could almost sense Melissa's hesitation as she'd typed the single word. Hel , had her friend seen that damned

video? He had to hold himself back from flying to her room, then scooping her into his arms and holding her

close.

JANET_RUNS_WITH_SCISSORS: Way to go, girl. I never figured you for a swinger. Why didn't you ever tel me?

With all the stuff I've told you . ..

MELISSA_W: It's not like that. I'm just here to . . . look around.

JANET_RUNS_WITH_SCISSORS:Yes! Finally. You're going to pitch a story, aren't you? Bob will absolutely love

this. It's sexy and controversial and will absolutely bring in the viewers. What's your slant?

Ty's gut clenched. He realized he'd pretty well convinced himself Melissa wasn't the type to pitch some sleazy

story to a news network just for ratings. Now seeing evidence in black and white—

MELISSA_W: No slant. I'm not pitching a story. I'm here because

Ty had final y caught up to their exchange and the sentence hung before him.

JANET_RUNS_WITH_SCISSORS:Because what, Melissa?

Yeah, what? Ty stared intently at the screen. Waiting.

MELISSA_W: Because my sister is planning to go there and I wanted to check out the place. I want to talk her out

of going.

JANET_RUNS_WITH_SCISSORS: Ginny?

MELISSA_W:No, Elaine and Steve.

JANET_RUNS_WITH_SCISSORS: I think Ginny's a little young for a place like that, but Elaine is in her late twenties

and married. Aren't you being a bit overprotective?

MELISSA_W: You can never be too protective of someone you love.

Ty smiled. Melissa had come here to protect her sister, not to pitch some sleazy story.

JANET_RUNS_WITH_SCISSORS: Okay, but you're there. Why don't you take this opportunity to put together a

proposal? It would be good for your career here at the station and they might even pay for your trip.

MELISSA_W:I don't want to pitch this story. There are some real y nice people here. They aren't hurting anyone

and I don't want to be responsible for ruining this for them.

Ty felt proud of Melissa at that moment. She might have come here with a set agenda, but she'd quickly opened

her mind to new ideas and she'd accepted the people around her and recognized their right to their own

actions. How could he not love a woman like that?