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letting me crash at your place until then?”
    “Don’t get any ideas, Stone,” she said, handing the car keys to the valet. “As soon as I’ve spoken to the LAW, you can go back to whatever rat hole you’ve been staying in. I’m sure you have some woman back there waiting to shower you with whatever it is you get women to shower you with these days.”
    “Jealous?”
    “No way,” she spluttered, as she pushed the button for the elevator. “Grow up, Stone. It’s time you learned not all women exist to give you pleasure.”
    “You did a pretty good job once. Actually, I remember we pleasured each other pretty damn nicely there for a while.”
    “That was before I found out what a low life you really are, Stone. I won’t be making that mistake again.”
    “It’s not like you don’t have plenty of partners either, Mags. Why single me out when you do the same thing?”
    Magda hesitated before sliding the room card into its slot. “It’s not the same thing. I don’t sleep with more than one person at the same time.”
    He whistled as he followed her into the room. “Now that sounds like a pretty kinky idea. Wanna try it?”
    She stormed over to her drawers and grabbed a pile of clothes, holding them close to her body. “Fuck off, Stone, I’m dropping this conversation right now. Order yourself some room service. I’m going to have a long shower.”

Chapter Two
     
     
     
    Magda vigorously scrubbed her body under the warm stream.
    Damn. Damn. Damn! Damn him for throwing our past relationship in my face. Damn him for being so damn gorgeous, and damn him for still being able to get under my skin.
    One soapy hand slid down between her legs and found her swollen clit. Her body had been in a state of excitement ever since she’d laid eyes on Vincent a few hours ago, and she longed for release. As her other hand rubbed against her breasts, her nipples puckered and she twisted them between her thumb and forefinger. Her pussy clenched as the familiar heat spiraled throughout her body and concentrated in all the right spots. How many times had she pleasured herself thinking about Vincent?
    Her head rolled back as her fingers worked their magic. Her hand continued working her swollen breasts, twirling each nipple in turn and pinching them until she felt the sweet pain of pleasure mounting to the brink but not quite over the edge. In her mind’s eye, she conjured images of a happier time. Of long, hot nights making love with Vincent. She imagined his mouth sucking on her breasts, and his clever hands roaming all over her sensitized body.
    The shower door opened and a hand closed over her mouth.
    Shit!
    Warm breath tickled her ear. “Shh, Mags, it’s me. We have to get out of here.”
    She nodded, allowing him to release her mouth.
    If you could shout while whispering, that would describe what she wanted to do right now. She did a pretty good impression of it anyway. “What the fuck is going on?”
    He passed her a towel and some clothes.
    “Someone’s coming. I saw them in the lobby when I went down to look for some maps. They were heading for the lifts. We need to move now.”
    She dragged on the shorts and tank top then pulled on the canvas shoes as quickly as she could. Not the time to worry about modesty, she figured. Besides, it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen it all before.
    “Who are these people and what makes you think they are after us?”
    He grabbed her hand and dragged her to the balcony door. “No time to explain now. I’ll tell you everything later. Let’s just get the heck out of here before they catch up with us.”
    Vincent pulled a rope out of a backpack she hadn’t noticed him wearing and tied it to the railing, yanking on it hard before looking over the side and dropping the other end down. He turned and indicated for her to go first.
    “Are you crazy? It’s at least thirty feet down.”
    “Yes, it is, but we’re not going all the way.” He beckoned her over and pointed down.