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as one and collectively took a step back.
    “Matt.” Exasperation dripped from his name. “You’re scaring them.”
    He wanted to do more than alarm them. Zoe was… Damn, she wasn’t his. She was his stepsister. He mentally consigned her to the correct slot.
    “Is this your boyfriend?” one asked.
    “Yeah,” she said with a naughty twinkle in her eyes.
    Matt stared for the scant moment it took her to climb sinuously to her feet. Then he gaped. Zoe… Hell, she was sin incarnate with that luscious, curvy body. He was instantly aroused and thinking of sex—hard, plunging strokes that filled both him and his partner with drugging pleasure. He eyed the young men with a hard-edged stare and saw they, too, had their tongues practically hanging out. One turned to him with obvious envy on his face.
    Then, she was in his arms, her voluptuous breasts brushing his chest, her lips clinging to his.
    “You’re home early,” she murmured in a throaty, come-to-bed voice.
    “Yeah.” Hell, every drop of blood in his body zapped south. He was having trouble thinking. This was Zoe and he wanted…
    “Are you going for a swim? Can I come? Thanks for the job-hunting tips,” she added, sending a smile to the lifesavers. When Matt stood in stupor, she grasped him by the hand and tugged him to the water.
    “Don’t forget to swim between the flags,” one of the men called.
    Zoe waved acknowledgement before concentrating her dazzling white smile on him. With her light brown hair loose around her shoulders, the silver hoops in her ears, and the tiny red bikini, she looked like a modern-day gypsy girl. And he wanted her bad. Bad enough to overcome his personal scruples. Their parents’ censure. He thought about that for an instant and acknowledged his answer wasn’t a simple one. It was a maybe.
    Sighing, he waded into the water, the surge of incoming breakers stalling his getaway. A splash at his side told him the minx was keeping up with him without difficulty. He’d forgotten her love of the water. He snorted, the sound a derisive one. A high school swimming champion, she could probably outlast him.
    A wave hit him mid-chest and almost knocked him off his feet. She grabbed his arm and hauled him upright. The next one struck almost straight away, bumping their bodies together. From chest to groin, they were plastered against each other. He groaned and lowered his head to kiss her almost before the thought formed. Damn his scruples. For once, he was going to swim with the flow.
    Their lips clung together while the waves pounded them, trying to wrench them apart now.
    “Maybe we should relocate?” she said, closing one eye in a saucy wink.
    “You’re going to need to walk in front of me all the way up the beach.”
    “Oh, yeah?” She arched her brows and smoothed her hand down his chest and beneath the water. Her small hand wrapped around his cock. His breath hissed out as a wave rocked their lower bodies and jerked her hand. A streak of pleasure killed the remnants of his restraint. He dragged her hand away from his dick and propelled her back to the beach.
    “What about our swim?” she asked, but he heard the underlying laughter. Wild child. Huh! She was a minx, plain and simple, sent to turn his life upside down.
    They made the trip across the wide expanse of sand in double-quick time. Her laugh, a carefree sound, pumped more blood to his erection, his lust rising, pushing at his control. He picked up the speed.
    “What’s the hurry? We have the rest of the night.”
    He stopped dead. “The rest of the night?”
    “Yeah, you have a problem with that?” Her brown eyes were wide and guileless. He knew better. She was a temptation, a hussy.
    He resumed his rush to the house, entering via the double French doors. Once they were inside, he yanked the vertical blinds into place to give them privacy and turned to wrap his arms around her. His mouth slammed down on hers as he backed her against the nearest cream wall. After