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    She fisted her hand in his short hair, tugging his head back and opening her mouth to his. She took control of the kiss, teasing him with her tongue and plundering his mouth. She kissed him harder, demanding more until their hunger for one another threatened to turn into primal animal need.
    They’d had sex on the beach before. Quite a few times in fact. Her blood heated as she recalled the amazing sensation of his hardness sliding into her, his hands on her hips as he pushed deeper. Warm sand squeezing between her fingers as he took her from behind. She’d come in an explosion of sensation, and he’d carry her into the ocean, the water lapping at their bare bodies until they were ready to go again.
    It had been so long since she’d bothered with sex, she imagined she’d have to adjust to the size of him again. Memory of that full, complete feeling pulsed in her womb. What would it hurt, really, if she took him up on his licentious offer? She missed sex so much she’d been toying with the idea of a one-night stand for ages. This would certainly be more acceptable, and it was guaranteed to be good.
    Loud, electronic music spewed from his pocket and he stiffened. She pulled away, finding her feet again and remembering that what had wound up broken the last time she’d tangled with him was her heart.
     
     
    Antonnis rested his forearms on the driftwood table and peeled the label from his beer bottle. The reggae beat of the band drowned out all chatter in the seaside bar, even the spirited conversation his father and Dutch were having across the table. Twinkle lights were strung along the roof of the giant tiki hut, illuminating plumes of smoke from the barbeques in the back.
    “You know what this stag party needs?” Falco shouted into his ear. “Women.”
    Antonnis laughed at the way his brothers both glowered at their childhood best friend. A year ago, they would have been the ones to suggest the pleasurable distraction. Now, they seemed determined not to get caught with their gazes anywhere that might piss off a future wife.
    Falco must not have noticed the evil glares. “What kind of stag party doesn’t have any kind of decoration? Or entertainment? If I were the best man—”
    “I’m the best man for just that reason,” Harm rumbled from his seat, crossing his arms over his chest and casting a menacing glare at them both, as if Antonnis had been the one to bring up strippers. “We’re here to relax and stay out of the way while the girls have a glass of champagne.”
    “You two might as well do the same, since they seem to have made a purse out of your balls.” Falco squared his shoulders and nudged his elbow at Antonnis for encouragement.
    “It’s his funeral. If he wants to spend the night the way he’ll spend the rest of his life, we can only mourn with him.” Usually, Antonnis would be all for taunting his brothers or finding more attractive company. But right now his mind centered on a certain blonde who probably sat between the women his brothers were fixated on.
    Maybe there was some kind of voodoo on Anguilla. Like a love spell that had turned the limestone lump into an island of fantasies.
    “We could find our ladies,” Johannes offered, a wide smile splitting his face.
    “Not happening, brother.” Harm turned his glare on full force. “Sassy is staying at Dutch’s place with her parents, and I’m tasked with keeping you off that hill.”
    “Hardly seems fair since your woman will be in your bed when we return home.”
    Harm shrugged, the long-sleeve T-shirt he wore stretching across his chest. Antonnis wondered how in the world Harm managed to keep a shirt on when the temperature never dropped below eighty, but he decided not to poke the bear about his fashion choices in this blasted heat.
    “Where do you think they are?” Antonnis asked, leaning forward. “A posh club on one of the resorts? There’s no harm in watching a little dancing as long as it’s your girl shaking