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“Yes, there is a lot of tension at the moment. I hear Willow has its own World War II film coming out soon.”

“You heard correctly.”

“Is it a romance?”

One corner of his mouth rose in a teasing smile. “Could be.”

“Oh, c’mon, Doug.”

He leaned forward and caught both of her hands in his on the table. It was a familiar gesture, one he’d done dozens of times before. “Why should I share with you? You work for the enemy, remember?”

“What do you have to lose? Everyone in Hollywood already knows the gist of Charles’s and Lillian’s story, and your picture is coming out first. Besides, I introduced you to the person who ended up hiring you for this job you adore, remember?”

Doug used to live in her building and had been her premiere date on more than one occasion before they’d tried and failed to be more than just occasional stand-in dates. She’d made the job connection for him at an after party.

“Good point.” He released her, waved down the waiter and ordered a bottle of champagne. They had been together for about a year, and he hadn’t forgotten her preference for Krug Brut Grande Cuvée. “Yes, it’s a romance. I know how much you love sappy love stories.”

“How similar is it to Honor?”

“It’s similar.”

She grimaced. That wasn’t good. “That’s going to make marketing on our end difficult.”

“Not if you play up the differences.”

That’s exactly what Markus had said. “How are we going to know what those differences are?”

The waiter returned with the champagne. Dana impatiently waited for the whole tasting ritual thing to pass and then opened her mouth to repeat her question. Doug halted her with a raised finger.

“First we celebrate your promotion.” He lifted his glass. She dutifully clinked her rim to his and sipped. The golden liquid bubbled down her throat leaving a nutty, toasted finish behind, but it failed to sooth her agitated nerves. She didn’t need alcohol. She needed answers.

Doug covered her free hand with his. “Dana, relax. I didn’t work on the film directly, so I don’t know the details, but I might have a copy of the script at my place. You can follow me home and I’ll check. If I don’t, then I can probably get you a copy when I get back. After all, as you said, what could it hurt? It’s too late in the game for any espionage stuff.”

Surprise made her gasp. She couldn’t possibly ask for any more. “Will that get you in trouble?”

“I don’t think so. I’ll test the waters first.”

“I don’t want to get you fired.”

He winked. “I don’t want that, either.”

“I could kiss you, Doug.”

“Please do.”

That stilled her for a moment with a twinge of discomfort. “But you know—”

“Dana, just shut up and kiss me. I know it means nothing. But it raises my value to be seen with a hot chick.”

Chuckling, she rose and leaned over the table without bothering to argue about his “hot chick” comment. She gave Doug a quick peck. It was like kissing her brother only Doug wore pricier cologne.

“Celebrating something?” Max’s voice said behind her.

She froze an inch away from Doug’s lips and then straightened and turned. The icy look in Max’s blue eyes made her uneasy. “Uh…hi, Max.”

Max wore his black Jack Victor suit with a white shirt and a black-and-white patterned tie. He looked delicious in a forbidding way.

Doug’s chair scraped as he pushed it back and rose. “We’re celebrating Dana’s promotion. I’m glad you were finally smart enough to recognize her worth.”

She shot Doug a warning glance. Doug ignored her and offered Max his hand. “I’m Doug Lewis. We met a couple of years ago at the Legions premiere.”

Max gave him a brief, hard shake. “I remember.”

Max no doubt did. Dana didn’t think he ever forgot a name or face. But at the time Doug hadn’t been working for Willow. Should she tell him Doug had promised her a copy of the Willow script? No, better not. She didn’t want to get Doug in trouble, and she didn’t want to raise Max’s hopes in case Doug couldn’t deliver.

“Thanks for stopping by to say hello,” Doug added in clear dismissal. “We won’t keep you.”

Aghast, Dana stared. Did the man have a career death wish?

Max’s cold eyes found Dana’s again. “My appointment is waiting. Don’t stay out late tonight. We have a full schedule tomorrow. I’ll meet you in the kitchen at six.”

Having dropped that bombshell, he strolled across to the dining room. Her gaze followed him to a table where he joined his older brother.

Dana turned on Doug. “Are you crazy?”

“Whoa. He’ll meet you in the kitchen?”

She sighed. “Until Honor is finished I’m staying at Max’s house. It allows us more working hours if I don’t have to commute.”

“You’ve had it bad for him forever.”

Her cheeks warmed. “He is my boss and I like and respect him.”

“It’s more than that and you know it. Opportunity is knocking, babe. Why not see if we can stir up a little heat?” He reached for her.

Groaning, she evaded him and sank back in her chair. “That’s why you asked me to kiss you? You saw Max coming?”

He shrugged. “Maybe.”

Doug had stirred up something all right. Max’s anger. Max had looked furious to find her out partying when she should be at home working on Honor. She had a mountain of work on her desk and not enough hours in the day to get it done.

She prayed the copy of the Willow script came through. Only then could she fully explain to Max why she was consorting with the enemy.

“You look ready to breathe fire,” Dev said as Max joined him at their table.

“My assistant is wining and dining when she should be at home working.” That was the only reason seeing Dana kiss the guy had pissed him off. The urge to knock the kid back into his chair had nothing to do with the fact that she’d been kissing Max thirty-two hours ago.

For God’s sake, she worked for him. The kiss had been a mistake—one he shouldn’t, couldn’t, wouldn’t repeat. Had he learned nothing from his marriage? Business and pleasure were a volatile combination.

“You’re out tonight, too.”

“This is work. We’re here to develop strategy to counteract the Willow competition. Damn, this time crunch is killing us.”

“Rushing the film through production and postproduction has definitely added some pressure. But you can’t expect her to work around the clock.”

“Until this film is done we’re all working around the clock. She knew what she was getting into before she signed on as associate producer, and she’s being paid accordingly. If she’d wanted nine-to-five, she should have kept her old job.”

Dev looked beyond Max’s shoulder and his eyes narrowed. “How well do you know Dana?”

Obviously not as well as he’d thought given the discoveries he’d made in the past few days. Had he ever seen her smile the way she’d been smiling at her date? “Why?”

“Her dinner date is Doug Lewis.”

“I’ve met him.”

“He’s Trey Jacob’s assistant.”

A knot jerked tight in Max’s midsection. “Lewis works for Willow.”

“That’s right. And we have a possible leak. Think there’s a connection?”

Instant denial sprung to Max’s lips. He’d trusted Dana with everything for the past five years. But Dev had planted a seed of doubt and tendrils of mistrust took root. Would Dana betray him? Would she betray Hudson Pictures? If so, why? What possible motive could she have?

Money? He’d seen no signs of excess spending in her apartment, and she drove a four-year-old economy car. She wasn’t into jewelry or designer shoes and handbags like so many of the actresses he dealt with.

A promotion? She’d have less of a chance of producing anything at Willow than she had with Hudson, and she was smart enough to know it.

Max scrolled through his memories. The Legions premiere hadn’t been the only time he’d seen Dana with Lewis. “She’s been dating him for at least two years.”

“I’d say that needs looking into.”

“I agree. I’ll talk to her tonight.”

“Tonight?”

He wished his brother hadn’t picked up on that. “When I get home.”

“You’ll call her that late?”

“No. I’ll see her. She’s staying with me.”

Dev’s eyebrows shot up. “She’s living with you?”

“No. Staying with me until Honor is completed.”

“Same difference.”

“Not at all. It’s business. Working from my home office means fewer interruptions and a way to squeeze more hours out of the workday. She’s downstairs in the guest suite. It’s nothing personal.”

That kiss had been pretty damned personal. His reaction to seeing her with bed head, no makeup and in her skimpy pajamas had felt personal. Why else would he have been dreaming about her when he crashed on her sofa? A seriously hot dream.

Planting one on her when he’d still been in that hazy half-awake state had not been one of his finer moments. He’d be lucky if she didn’t cry sexual harassment. That would give the PR department a serious issue to work on.

“You’re sharing a house. Trust me, women have expectations when that happens. Everything changes.”

“Dana knows the score.”

“I hope you’re right.” Dev got an ah-ha look on his face. “I get it. This is about Karen.”

“No,” Max denied quickly.

“Yes. You don’t want Dana on the road late at night because of what happened to Karen. It’s the same reason you always make your bimbos sleep over after sex instead of kicking them out like a smart man would. Better yet, you could go to their place, leave when you’re done and avoid the messy mornings after.”

“You’re trying to connect unrelated incidents.”

“Liar.” But the insult was hurled in a brotherly tone. “The accident wasn’t your fault, Max.”

He didn’t want to rehash this. Not now. Not while they had so much other garbage on the table. “I need a drink.”

He scanned the area, searching for their waiter. It was because he’d had too much to drink that night while he was wheeling and dealing that he’d made Karen drive.

Is there a lesson here, buddy?

A familiar knot of tension balled between his shoulder blades. Forget the drink. “I shouldn’t have let her drive.”

“She was old enough to make that decision herself, Max.”

“She was tired.”

“Karen could have called for a driver. Wouldn’t be the first time one of us has done that. Or she could have had a couple cups of coffee. God knows she had guts enough to speak up for what she wanted on the job. That night shouldn’t have been any different.”

Another reminder not to get involved with someone he worked with. He and Karen had had a great marriage most of the time, but when they had one of their rare arguments the bad mood had followed them into work and hung over the entire studio like a dark cloud. She’d been his executive assistant until he’d convinced her to quit, stay at home and try to get pregnant.

“Forget it. That’s history. We have a current crisis to manage.” He didn’t need to be raking over old, cold coals tonight. If he did he’d end up drinking too much. Again. His pity parties didn’t happen often, but when they did, they weren’t pretty. That’s why he usually carted himself out of town for the event. This year his tight schedule wouldn’t allow it.

“You’re right. Max, the similarity between Willow’s film and ours might be coincidental. Congruity happens. And if it were any other film company I wouldn’t think twice. But it’s not another company, and if we have a leak then you have to consider Dana as the source.”

He’d already come to that conclusion. “If I fire her, I’ll never get the editing done on time.”

“Then you won’t fire her. Yet. You’ll just watch her like a hawk. Can you handle that?”

She was already living under his roof. All he had to do was find a way to control the hours when she wasn’t working or sleeping and since those would be few and far between until November, it shouldn’t be too difficult.

“I have it covered. And I’ll find out if she’s leaked anything and if so, how much.”

Five

Dana closed Max’s front door and locked it behind herself as quietly as possible, then she turned and spotted a big shadow in the dark foyer. She startled and fumbled for the security panel, intent on setting off the alarm if she had to.

The light flicked on, identifying the shadow as Max. She pressed a hand over her racing heart. The gate chime would have alerted him to her arrival. “Max, you scared me.”

“What did you tell Lewis about Honor?”

She smothered a wince. She’d been afraid he’d think the worst. “Nothing.”

“He works for Willow.”

She heard accusation in his tone, but until she had the script in hand and she was sure delivering it wouldn’t get Doug fired, she couldn’t give Max the whole story. Doug hadn’t had a copy of the script in the pile at his condo. She’d have to wait until he could look around the office when he returned from recce.

“Yes. He works for Willow. He’s been there a couple of years. And you might as well know now that I helped him get the job.”

“So that you could exchange information?”

“No.”

“Did you leak details of the Honor script to him?”

She pushed off the door and met his gaze straight on. “No, Max. Why would I do that?”

“You tell me.”

That he didn’t trust her ticked her off. “You think I sold information to our competitor?”

“Did you?”

The accusation stung. “I was trying to get information from Doug tonight, not give it to him. You wanted to know about Willow’s upcoming film. I’ve known Doug a long time. I was hoping he’d tell me what we needed to know.”

“Did he?”

“Not yet.”

“You kissed him.”

She shrugged. “Doug kisses everybody. It means nothing.”

“Yesterday you kissed me.”

Her mouth watered over the memory. She swallowed. “No. You kissed me. But I get that you didn’t know who…you weren’t awake or aware…that it wasn’t me you were thinking of.”

She was so uncomfortable with this conversation she could barely look him in the eyes.

“He’s your lover.”

She grimaced and curled her toes in her shoes. “He was. He isn’t anymore. That ended years ago.”

“Before or after he went to work at Willow?”

Why did he need to know this?

“About the same time. We didn’t want to be accused of a conflict of interest, so we ended our relationship.” By then they’d figured out they were better friends than lovers anyway. And yes, Doug had figured out she was looking for someone who could make her forget her boss. But Doug hadn’t been that guy. No way was she going to tell Max that.

“Did you promise to meet him again?”

Heat crawled up her cheeks. Not in the way he meant, but she wasn’t going to lie. “We didn’t set a date.”

“But you are going to see him again.”

“I might. He’s a friend.” If he got the script, they’d definitely meet. He was supposed to call if/when that happened and set up a rendezvous. Waiting a week or three seemed like an eternity.

Max moved closer until he loomed over her and she had to tilt her head back to hold his gaze. “I could fire you for that conflict of interest you mentioned.”

Her stomach sank. “You don’t need to do that, Max. I swear I’m not sharing company secrets. I’m trying to help, not hurt Hudson Pictures.”

“Will you sleep with him to get the information?”

She flinched and gasped. “No.”

“Will you kiss him again?”

This was a weird conversation for a man who avoided personal exchanges like he would stepping on a fire-ant hill. “Probably. I told you Doug kisses everybody.”

“Do you?”

She couldn’t gauge his mood. She’d never seen him like this…all edgy and male with a hint of aggression just below the surface. He wasn’t drunk. His words and eyes were clear and she didn’t smell liquor on his breath.

“No. I’m pretty selective who I kiss.”

His eyes narrowed. “Are you?”

He closed the gap between them. Only an inch or two separated their torsos. Her breath stalled in her chest. “Max?”

“I knew who I was kissing yesterday. I always know who I’m kissing.” He lifted her chin with his knuckle and covered her mouth with his.

Dana stood frozen with shock. Fast on the heels of that hair-raising circumstance came a potent cocktail of heat, arousal and adrenaline. His lips pressed hers open and his tongue sought and found hers in a slick, hot caress. A whimper of need slipped up her throat. Her nails bit into her palms as she struggled for sanity and fought the urge to wrap her arms around him.

She didn’t have a clue what was going on or why he was kissing her. And she didn’t care. She’d dreamed of this moment too often to question or fight it. His chest pressed her breasts and their thighs touched, and then his arm hooked around her and yanked her against him. Her heart raced and her skin flushed.

His heat scorched her, winded her, aroused her. The pressure of his mouth on hers intensified, bending her back over his arm, opening her mouth for deeper possession. She dropped her purse on the floor and gave in to the need to wind her arms around his middle for support as the room spun around her.

The warmth of his palm splayed over her hip and rose with torturous slowness to rest on her rib cage with his thumb just below her breast. Her nipple tightened in anticipation. She wanted him to touch her, ached for it. But he didn’t.

His hold loosened and he stepped away. “Don’t see Lewis again if you want to keep your job.”

Dana struggled to catch her breath and unscramble her brain. “Wha-what if I can’t promise that?”

“I’d think long and hard before I refused if I were you. Your job won’t be the only one on the line.”

And then he pivoted and climbed the stairs, leaving her alone in the foyer. Dana sagged against the front door with her heart pounding a deafening roar in her ears.

If she did as he ordered, she wouldn’t get the answers Hudson needed. Surely once she had the script Max would understand and forgive her for ignoring his command?

It was a risk she had to take.

When he saw Dana smother a yawn, Max pushed away from his desk and stood. “Take a break.”

Dana’s brown eyes found his. “It’s not even noon.”

He couldn’t think for the distraction of having her only yards away. He heard each shift of her body, every sigh and even the quiet rumble of her stomach, for pity’s sake. Working in close proximity to her had never been an issue before. Why now when he didn’t have time for this?

“We don’t have time to correct mistakes that slip by because you’re tired.”

She snapped upright. “If I were that tired I’d take a break. I know my limitations. Do you, Max?”

“Of course.” Had she changed perfumes? Her scent seemed stronger. Or maybe he was just more aware of it since that kiss last week.

Why had he kissed her?

Why had she kissed him back?

He plowed a hand through his hair and turned toward the window. He hadn’t slept worth a damn since that night because he couldn’t help wondering what she had been doing during those two hours after she’d left the restaurant with Doug Lewis. He’d worried about her driving on his twisty road after drinking champagne.

But mostly he’d wondered if she’d been in Lewis’s bed.

And why did the idea of her naked and sweaty with Lewis make his gut burn? Must be because of the possible betrayal of Hudson secrets. If she’d shared the Honor script details, what else would she share?

The air inside the office suddenly seemed stuffy. He had to get out of this room. “I’m going for a swim.”

Dana blinked, her long lashes briefly concealing the confusion in her eyes. “Okay, I’ll cover the phones.”

“No, you’ll join me. We’ll both be more alert after a break.” And maybe the chlorine in the pool would kill her scent.

“But—”

“It’s Saturday, Dana. No one important is going to call. Put on your suit. I’ll meet you outside.”

He left before she could argue and jogged upstairs to his room. Changing into swim trunks took only seconds and then he was outside on his private deck sucking up the fresh air and letting the sun bake his skin. Neither did anything to cure the restlessness riding him.

What was his problem?

He descended the circular stair to the flagstone patio. The blue pool water glistened, but a swim wasn’t really what he needed. It was just a way to physically exhaust himself so that he could concentrate.

The door from the guest room to the patio opened, and Dana strolled out wearing a black bikini. He nearly choked on his tongue. She was toned where it counted, but soft where she needed to be. Honey-golden skin wrapped her curves in a mouth-watering package. Hunger hit him like a fist in the gut. How had he missed that she had a fantasy-worthy body?

He shook himself, trying to break the spell. This was Dana, the woman who’d been right under his nose, his right hand, for the past five years.

A woman who’d stood by him through some tough times.

A woman who might have betrayed him.

An idea infiltrated his brain like smoke slipping under a door. What better way to end the pillow talk between Dana and Lewis than by keeping her out of the other man’s bed?

And the best way to do that was for Max to keep her so busy in his bed that she wouldn’t have the time or energy to think about her ex-lover.

The idea sent a rush of heat through him, but his conscience countered with a warning prickle up the back of his neck. Sleeping with an employee was never a good idea. He’d learned that lesson the hard way. But he wasn’t going to marry Dana. She’d already stated her intention of leaving Hudson as soon as possible—if she won the bet. The complication would be a problem only if she stayed on as his E.A.

Deliberately seducing her for personal gain wasn’t the decent thing to do, but it would serve dual purposes. One, having her would satisfy his curiosity so that he could quit obsessing about her and get the damned film completed on time. She’d been interfering with his concentration since she’d moved into his house. Two, by getting closer to Dana he could find out exactly what she’d shared with Lewis and what Lewis had told her about Willow’s upcoming flick.

He walked toward her and saw the exact moment she figured out something was amiss. She froze. Her lashes fluttered and her lips parted—her soft, delicious lips. He couldn’t wait for another taste. God knows, the last two kisses had only whetted his appetite.

“Max?”

As he drew nearer he let his gaze devour the sleek curtain of her long, dark hair and the round curve of her breasts swelling above the black triangles of her top. Nice. Probably real. Real wasn’t something you saw too often in Hollywood. Her chest rose and fell as if she were drawing quick, shallow breaths.

A glint of gold caught his eye, drawing his attention down her midline to just above her modest-by-Holly-wood-standards bikini bottom. A tiny piece of jewelry glimmered in her navel. Closer inspection revealed a heart dangling over the dimple of her belly button, its swing agitated by the fine tremor of her body.

Dana, his conservative assistant, had a navel ring?

He searched her face. Who was this woman who had completely hidden her true personality from him for so long? She stared back at him, eyes wide, pupils expanded, but not with fear or rejection. He saw hunger, a hunger almost as great as his own in her dark brown eyes.

If she’d given him one back-off signal, he’d respect it. The last thing he needed was an employee crying foul. But she gave no such signals. Instead she licked her lips and tilted her head to the side, sending a cascade of thick dark hair across her shoulder to semi-conceal one breast and shoulder. “I—I thought we were going to swim.”

Her whisper swept over his skin like a caress, leaving goose bumps behind. Goose bumps? When had he last experienced those? And she hadn’t even touched him yet. “Later.”

He reached for her. She met him halfway, their bodies colliding with a gentle slap. The fusion of her smooth, hot, golden skin to his forced the air from his lungs. He paused to catch his breath, to wrestle for some measure of control, to remember why he was doing this.

She might have betrayed him.

She might be planning to betray him further.

But the knowledge didn’t kill his appetite. He wanted her kiss so badly he deliberately denied himself the pleasure, grasped her upper arms and backed her toward the house. Anticipation made his mouth water.

Their bare legs brushed against each other, their bellies sliding with each step. Her breasts nudged his chest, her nipples tightened and prodded him, and her quickening exhalations puffed against his chin. Desire pooled in his groin and his muscles clenched. He could feel himself hardening against her. If she had any doubts where this was headed before, she couldn’t possibly now.

He paused on the sun-warmed flagstones outside her room, giving rational thought one last chance to derail him from this irreversible course of action, giving her one more chance to object to crossing the boss-employee line.

“Dana, if we go through that door, I am going to be inside you.”

She took a quick breath. Her hands cupped his shoulders and for a moment he thought she’d push him away. But then she looked at him through her lashes with those passion-darkened eyes and coasted her palms down his biceps and back up to his neck. With agonizing slowness, she scraped her short nails lightly down his arms, over the insides of his wrists, across his palms, before the tips of her fingers hooked his. Sauntering backward with a hip rolling gait, she tugged him toward her room, making it clear she wanted this as much as he did.

Dana wanted him.

The knowledge rocked him, shocked him. When and how had that happened? Before she’d returned his kiss, he couldn’t remember her ever giving him those kinds of signals. In fact, if anything, she’d mothered him, pampered him. Spoiled him, he admitted.

He reached past her to slide open the door. Cooled air rushed out of the house and over his skin, but did nothing to cool his desire. Once they’d crossed the threshold—literally, figuratively—there would be no going back. His feet sank into the carpet. He closed the door behind him, sealing them into the silent house.

The room smelled like her, looked like her. The other her. This woman he didn’t know. She’d added candles and framed photographs of her family and potted plants to the room.

Who was this other woman? he asked himself not for the first time.

He caught her face in his hands and stroked her smooth skin and then threaded his fingers through her thick, silky hair. Her head tilted back, but he ignored the silent invitation. He caressed her neck, her shoulders, her arms, and then he transferred his hands to her hips and drew circles over her hipbones with his thumbs. She shivered and gasped. The sound hit him low and hard.

Easing his hands upward, he outlined her narrow waist and the bottom edge of her rib cage, savoring her warm, satiny skin. Her lids fluttered closed. He bent to kiss one, then the other. Her thick lashes tickled his chin, and her back arched, pressing her pelvis into his. Need stabbed him. He sucked a sharp breath through his gritted teeth.

Dipping his head, he sipped from the shadowy warmth beneath her ear. She angled her head to give him better access. This time he didn’t refuse. The hot press of her hands at his waist jolted him. The unhurried caress of her soft hands up and down his sides urged him to rush, to push her onto her bed and bury himself inside her. He wanted her hard and fast. For that reason he kept a tightfisted grip on his control.

Mindless passion was for college kids. Smart passion, delayed satisfaction brought greater rewards. And purpose. He reminded himself he was doing this for a reason, but that reason was a little hazy when she tasted so good on his lips and on his tongue.

Nuzzling the fragrant spot behind her earlobe made her shudder in his arms. Her nails raked his back and ripped an unexpected groan from deep in his chest. He drew back, putting space between him and fighting the temptation to say to hell with slow and easy.

He traced the V-neck of her top with one finger, his eyes focusing on the nipples beading beneath the thin fabric. He wanted those tight buds in his mouth, needed to roll them around on his tongue and taste her. Instead he circled the band of black around her ribcage and drew a line down the center of her belly. He repeated the circle around her navel and then the top of her bikini bottom.

She shifted impatiently, her smooth, warm thighs sliding against each other. “Max.”

The half cry, half whimper got to him. He’d bet his Lamborghini she’d sound like that when he slid inside her the first time. And that couldn’t happen soon enough. His patience evaporated. He reached for the knot at her nape and fumbled it free. The ties dropped and the fabric slid downward with excruciating slowness before finally baring her breasts. He swallowed hard at the sight of the dusky centers.

Dana reached one arm behind her back and loosened the other tie. The top floated to the floor. He flexed his fingers in anticipation and then cupped her warm, soft flesh in his palms and buffed her nipples with his thumbs. Her breath hitched. She bit her lip. He bent his head and took a puckered tip into his mouth.

Her taste was like nothing he’d experienced before. He savored her unique flavor and her scent filled his nostrils. Her fingers threaded through his hair, holding him close as she arched into him, her free breast branding his bicep. But he wasn’t trying to escape. Not until he’d had his fill of her and cured this damned sudden and irrational obsession that had hit him like a bad case of the flu.

He shifted his mouth to the neglected soft globe and used the moisture he’d left behind to lubricate his massaging fingers on the first. Dana’s fingers tightened, her nails scraping an arousing pattern on his scalp. He wanted more.