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with a wink, then parked herself on his lap and threw her arms around him.
    “Good to see you, too,” he said with a chuckle.
    She clasped his face in her hands and purred. “I missed you this morning.” Her voice turned to a feathery whisper. “I can’t wait to have you inside me again.”
    Oh Lord.
    The woman didn’t mince words.
    His dick shot straight up, and he was grateful she was on his lap, covering his hard-on. He was even more grateful that she claimed his mouth in a heady kiss. She pressed her lips to his; the taste of her was so damn sweet. He nearly groaned in pleasure, a sound that would’ve been wholly inappropriate in public company.
    He slipped his tongue inside her warm mouth, and his brain went hazy. All thoughts of work, and tutors, and summer school, and jobs, and whatever else he needed to do crumbled to dust in the caress of her lips. She kissed like a dream, and he could get lost in these kisses, in this sweet, feisty, fiery woman.
    He let himself for a minute or two, as her hot kisses blurred out the world.
    But in the back of his mind the clock ticked loudly. As much as it pained him, he broke the kiss. “One, that was epic. Two, I want more. Three, I’ve been thinking about you all morning.”
    “I’ve been thinking of you, too,” she said, running her fingers along the front of his shirt. She smiled at him, a grin that spread from sea to shining sea. She was happy today. Wildly happy, and it was infectious.
    “You’re cuddly today.”
    She shrugged coyly, then brushed a finger along his jawline. “I guess the best sex of my life makes me that way. Hope you don’t mind,” she said, pursing her lips playfully. She sneaked a hand behind him and gripped his ass. Squeezed it hard.
    He hitched in a breath. “Now listen, sexy girl, you’re going to send me into the gallery with a hard-on if we keep this up.”
    “But I like you hard,” she said, gripping the fabric of his shirt. Her hands were everywhere. Zipping all over him. Grabbing him. Touching him. Like an attack of fantastic sensations.
    “It’s a state I vastly enjoy being in when I’m with you. But I do work better when I’m not thinking about fucking you,” he said, then lifted her off him, and they left the busy café and turned to a side street away from the crowds.
    “Ready to place the order?” he said, then ducked down a quiet block along the beach.
    She reached for her phone from her bag, blocked her number, and made the phone call.
    They needed to get inside Isla’s gallery to look around. Nighttime would have been ideal, but there was simply too much security in the evenings in this section of town. Stores, restaurants, and high-end hotels nearby employed ample guards after hours, so they’d have to find a way to get into Isla’s office during the day.
    Their plan was risky but far safer than breaking in after hours, when they stood a good chance of being caught and hauled away. They had to get inside during the day, when no one suspected a break-in.
    As Steph called, Jake crossed his fingers, hoping all the pieces fell into place.

    “Good afternoon. This is Clementine’s Catering,” the woman who answered the phone said in a cheery voice.
    As a palm tree swayed gently in the breeze by the water, Steph adopted her best professional tone. “Hi there. This is Lynx O’Malley’s personal assistant. We spoke earlier when I placed an order for lunch.”
    “Yes, indeed. How can I help you? This is Clementine.”
    “Ah, wonderful. Good to chat with you, Clementine. I’m calling to confirm the lunch delivery to Isla’s Island Gallery. It will be there in twenty minutes, correct?” Steph asked, pushing her sunglasses up on the bridge of her nose. Earlier that day, during the morning planning session with Jake at her hotel, they’d come up with the plan—it was a distraction strategy, but Steph hoped it would work long enough to sniff around. All they needed was to buy some time in the daylight, when no