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She noted the wandering gaze of the ladies as he sauntered past, their lustful eyes searched for an opening, so they could step in and swoop him away.
Bikini clad women paced the rooftop club, elegantly carrying trays of drinks high in the sky. Men hung out in groups around the edges watching the ladies dance for attention, silently selecting their prey for the evening.
Is that all Lana was tonight? Did she care?
The bar was only a few metres away, when she stopped dead in her tracks.
Marcus.
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Her breathing hitched.Her hands fisted as Marcus sauntered away from the bar. He wore knee length denim shorts and a snug white polo that set off the sun kissed skin on his toned arms.
A petite sable haired beauty, bursting out of a bikini top and squeezed into tight denim hot pants, trotted to his side. Her arms wrapped his hips and her pert breasts pressed into his chest.
Lana’s sandals stuck to the floor.In a loud sharp gasp, she sucked a mass of air into her lungs. The arm hugging her shoulders slipped to her waist.
"Have you forgotten something?" Emilio asked in ignorance of her struggle to breath.
Her chest tightened and her startled gaze never wavered.
A whirlpool of anger stirred in her belly and her body trembled. Heat scorched under her flesh and melted away all rationality.
Her heart pounded so hard that she was sure her ribs would crack. The pulse magnified in her head like a galloping horse.
His eyes were shaded with black aviator sunglasses and his gorgeous lips curved slightly at the corners. Then he slapped the bitch’s ass playfully, before she scampered off.
In a frenzy of maddening jealousy, Lana spun around to face her date. Standing on tip toes, she urgently pulled Emilio’s head down and crushed her mouth to his.
He immediately responded, intensifying her needy kiss with a hunger of his own. Their tongues clashed and their lips welded together.
Emilio tasted of amaretto and aniseed, a sumptuous combination but not enough to capture her in a dizzying spell.
The deafening music vibrated through her bones and the chatter of party goers echoed in her skull. The crowd clapped as the saxophonist belted out a haunting dance riff and her exasperation peaked.
Was he watching?
Did he feel the same unbearable jealousy?
Her chest heaved against Emilio’s rippled muscles, but there was no sizzling passion. Her adrenaline was soaring because Marcus was merely yards away. She was putting on a show, purely for the attention of Marcus McGrath.
Suddenly, she sensed his rapid approach, feeling the pull of his magnetism. The only man for Lana Craig was standing right behind her.
She broke the wet kiss with a gasp after Emilio hummed inside her mouth, his need more powerful than her own.Sliding his hands down her arms, he kissed her forehead while she caught her breath.
Emilio cleared his throat. "Thought you were in New York, McGrath?"
Lana's world spun out of control as they turned and met Marcus’s molten green eyes with golden sparks of fire. His intense gaze ignited flames in her soul sending a flurry of electrifying tingles over her skin.
She swallowed hard, trembling under the weight of his intent stare. His nostrils flared and his fists contracted. Her gaze flicked to the lounge area behind him. His perfectly proportioned date was draped over a sun bed like a lazy kitten.
Lana licked her lips and took a deep breath. "Marcus.” She nodded curtly.
He was met with her profile as she turned to Emilio. “If you'll excuse me, I need to freshen up."
She feigned a smile and almost stumbled back.
"Lana, how are you?" asked Marcus in a sultry low voice.
