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five feet off the ground. They entered through the opening in the back. Inside, there was a fiberglass chair, a counter with a few life jackets piled up in the corner, and a big, wide window looking out over the water. The floor was coated with sand, cool and gritty on her bare feet.
    Max sat on the chair and pulled her close. She stood before him, captured between his knees as he ran his hands up her thighs and slid the damp dress up over her hips. His mouth was so close to her bare skin, she could feel the hot rush of his breath on her belly. “I’m breaking some pretty major rules for you.”
    “Yeah?” Haley could barely form words. Barely breathe.
    “Technically, only lifeguards are allowed in the tower.”
    “Lifeguards, huh?” Haley closed her eyes, losing herself in the heat of his touch as he slid his hands further up her body, unwrapping her like a present. “So if I pass out, will you give me mouth-to-mouth?”
    He laughed. “Mouth-to-mouth? I don’t think so, sweetheart. My tongue has much more interesting plans for you tonight.” 
    Proving his point, he pressed his face to her bare belly, his tongue swirling around her bellybutton as she groaned in pleasure.
    “This dress needs to go,” he said. Haley couldn’t agree more. She raised her arms, and he lifted it over her head, tossing it unceremoniously onto the counter. His T-shirt followed, revealing a broad, perfectly sculpted chest and a set of abs that defied nature.
    Haley stood before him in her strapless bra and panties, feeling wild and bold and alive in a way she’d never felt with Brian.
    Maybe it was the fact that she didn’t know this guy, that their fling had a finite stopping point. Even though she lived twenty minutes from the Cove, being here at the beach was like being in another world. Here in the tower, no witness but the ocean, no one knew her—especially not him.
    He gazed at her body, his eyes lingering over every curve, every freckle, and she wondered what he saw. What he must’ve thought of her after that crazy kiss at the party, and now, half naked in the tower.
    Haley closed her eyes, losing herself in a new fantasy. For tonight, she decided, she could be whatever girl this hot, intense, sexy-as-hell man wanted her to be.
    She could be anyone.
    Haley opened her eyes. The man was still watching her, his deep blue eyes dark with lust. Slowly, teasingly, she ran her hands over her breasts, unhooking her bra and letting the garment slide to the ground.
    The man inhaled sharply, his eyes wide, but Haley wasn’t done yet. With a light touch, she trailed her fingers down her stomach, over the silky triangle of her panties. Hooking her thumbs into the lace edge, she shimmied them down over her hips and thighs as the man watched her with desperate hunger.
    She couldn’t remember the last time any man had looked at her so intensely.
    “Fuck,” he said. “You’re beautiful.” His tongue darted out to lick his lips, and all she could think about was how that tongue would feel sliding between her thighs.
    She let out a soft sigh.
    In a low growl that made her toes curl, he said, “I want you on top of me. Right the fuck now.”
    Haley climbed into his lap, straddling him on the chair, the backs of her thighs rubbing against the cool fabric of his shorts. He was rock-hard for her, the length of him pressing desperately against his shorts. He stroked her thighs, her hips, his calloused hands running possessively over her soft curves. His touch was electric, warming her entire body against the cool night air.
    She finally gave in to her desire to run her hands through his hair. The moment she pulled him close, his mouth was on her breast, sucking her nipple between his lips, gently at first, then hard and hungry, his teeth grazing her sensitive flesh, making her gasp in pleasure.
    With one hand gripping her hip, he slid his other hand between them, freeing his cock from the confines of his shorts. She rose up onto her knees,