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these girls aren’t wearing. I couldn’t do that.”
    He smiled and sat sideways on the twin lounge chair. “Yes, you will.”
    “I will?”
    “If I tell you to.”
    The thought electrified her and she held herself still instead of scissoring her thighs together. In a white linen suit and a light peach shirt, he looked more exotic today. Like he might be found smoking Cuban cigars in a sidewalk café.
    “Unless you’ve had second thoughts?” His eyes drifted down to the vee of her thighs, as if he could see through her.
    “No.” Sweat ran down between her breasts. “Thank you for the gift. Merry Christmas to you.”
    With a sly twist of his lips, he pulled a slim silver remote from his pocket. “And is your pear tree nice and ripe, lovely Roo?”
    She blushed and didn’t answer. She couldn’t take her eyes from the remote, watching his thumb pass back and forth over the button.
    “Are you feeling shy around me?”
    “A little. I barely know you and we haven’t even kissed.”
    “It makes it more exciting, doesn’t it? A reversal of the usual thing.”
    “I suppose that’s true.”
    “Stretch your arms up over your head and grasp the top bar there.”
    In a haze of surging desire, she did.
    “Let’s take this for a little test drive.” Without taking his eyes off her, he pressed the button. The bullet inside her bounced into vivid life, rocketing her nearly to the edge. She felt her eyes roll back in her head. Trying to be discreet, she tried to hold back the response, but the increasing vibrations soon tore down her restraint. Wantonly, she rolled her hips, close to orgasm in front of her rapt audience.
    As abruptly as it started, it stopped.
    She panted a little, letting go of the tension, reluctant to open her eyes.
    “That was very nice. Next time will be even better.”
    She did open her eyes then, and frowned into his pleasantly relaxed smile.
    “Next time.”
    “Yes, unfortunately.” He glanced at his watch and pocketed the remote. “I’m afraid we took only a short break.”
    “It’s Christmas.”
    He shook his head, looked much less pleased. “It is also Wednesday. My opponents do not observe this holiday and they are most insistent on resolving our dispute quickly. This diversion was most rejuvenating, however.”
    “I’m not sure that’s what I’d call it.”
    He laughed and stood. “Enjoy your lunch. I’ll stop by again. Do you plan to be here all afternoon?”
    “Unless I go up to my room for a nap.”
    “You can nap here—it’s very pleasant.”
    “Well, I was thinking about...” Her eyes fell to his pocket.
    “No, no, Roo. That is not allowed.”
    “It’s not?” She didn’t know how she felt about that. How could he stop her?
    “Correct. For our twelve days, you come only when I say you can.”
    “That’s awfully controlling.”
    “Yes.” He grinned. “And fun.”
    “For you,” she grumbled.
    “Fft.” Miguel bit his lower lip over the scoffing sound. “No whining or I’ll give you something to whine about.”
    She narrowed her eyes at him. “Is that a threat?”
    “Don’t tempt me. Since I can’t paddle the collective behinds of my illustrious opponents, I might take it out on yours.”
    “You wouldn’t!”
    He smiled, feral and sly. “It’s my twelve days of presents, too.”
    * * *
    She stewed all afternoon—in wine, the sun, her ongoing arousal, and Miguel’s taunting words. He visited her twice more, but only briefly, driving her blind with the little toy and reluctantly leaving for further meetings. She napped in between and woke feeling crazy relaxed, considering her physical state.
    When the sun began setting, sinking fast this close to the equator, she wandered back through the quiet pool area with its glamorous fountains. Some people lolled about, sipping cocktails and watching the sunset. A woman stroked steady laps through the glassy water. With the resort child-free, the atmosphere waxed tranquil and languid.
    Back in her room,