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ticklish spot on both of my sides. I'm toast. I scream and laugh uncontrollably as his fingers torture me. Jack is perched over me. He leans down close to my face, and his fingers slow their onslaught. "Say it, Mrs. Gray. Say it."

The smile on my face hurts. I feel my lips curl, trying to say that nasty word, but I can't. It's daylight and I'm not feeling it. Jack's fingers start to move like he's going to begin his tickle-slaughter again, and I concede. "Fuck! FUCK! Stop!"

Hovering over me, Jack grins wickedly. "There's my dirty girl." He kisses my nose.

"You suck!" I giggle and take a shot at his head, but I'm too wiggly. I miss by a mile. Jack grabs my wrists and pins me to the floor before sitting on me.

"No, no. You're saying it wrong. Fffff..." He makes the sound, pressing his teeth to his lips. "Fuck. You try." He laughs and wiggles his hips against me.

I can't stop laughing. Everything he said and the way he's straddled me makes me laugh hysterically. Jack's eyebrow lifts as he looks down at me like I've lost my mind. I manage to say, "You're doing it wrong," before I'm ravaged by more laughter.

"We can fix that," he says and reaches for his zipper.

I flush and the giggles evaporate. I grab his hands, stopping him. "I can't. There are people here." The office girl is here and so is Gus. They could walk in. As it is, Gus heard me screaming profanities. My face burns and I know I'm blushing.

Jack laughs and lowers his face to mine. "I know." He watches me for a second, like he might do something. My heart is thumping in my chest, totally freaking out. I want him. I want to say yes, but I can't. His eyes are glued to mine as his warm breath slips across my face. "I'll take a rain check on this one if you'll consider sex on the beach when the paparazzi leave."

"The drink?" I can't help it.

"Okay, back to now," he says, lifting himself up enough to reach for his belt and unfasten it.

"No, no. I'll consider it." I say, laughing, pulling at his hands to make him stop. A tear streaks from the corner of my eye. I still feel uber happy.

"No, I mean really consider it. Not just say that even though the answer is already no. Think about it - about what it would feel like, about what you might like." His eyes are so dark. They look like gemstones.

I nod slowly. "All right. I will."

He looks surprised. "Are you serious?" He strokes a stray hair from my eyes.

"Of course I am. The idea scares me, but I'll think about it. Maybe there's something that might appeal to me that I haven't thought of. In the meantime, you can tell me about what you want. I'd like that. Use the word fuck a lot. I hear that works really well."

Jack laughs and holds me tightly. When I see him happy like this, when I get a chance to be around him without distraction, I feel so perfect. Jack rolls and I'm on top of him. He holds me there, looking up at me, and gives me the first little tidbit about sex on the beach. "I'd want you to be on top so I can look at you." His hands run over my sides and come up under my breasts. He cups them through my shirt and I sigh. He's about to tell me what else he wants to do when someone pounds on the door that leads to the hall and it flies open.

Gus runs in. He stops short when he looks at us. He turns away quickly. Horrified, I climb off of Jack, who thinks it's amusing. He pulls me off the floor and tells Gus, "Knocking only works if you wait for someone to answer, jackass."

Gus's back is turned. There's a sense of urgency about him. His hands are clenched at his sides and he's breathing hard. "Sorry, bro. I didn't mean to walk in on you."

"Turn around, Gus. There's nothing to see." Gus turns around, and Jack leans back against a table, still smiling at me before directing his attention to Gus, asking, "What's going on?"

"Something bad happened at the opening in Biloxi. One of the guards was attacked. A protester tried to spray-paint Abby's portrait. The guard tackled him. There was a knife and the guard was hurt. Jack,