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Another commission accomplished without much of a problem. She headed back to her hotel, more than ready for a few hours of sleep. With the canvas out of her hands, she could now devote time to planning how she’d spend her vacation. Too bad she couldn’t go hook up with the Adonis of the park; the fact he was a Fed made it too risky. As much as she enjoyed a challenge, seeking him out would be tempting the Fates.
    She mourned the stillborn affair, wishing she’d had the benefit of carnal knowledge of her Adonis before she’d learned he was off-limits. Fondling that exceptional erection had whetted her appetite for more, had spawned explicit daydreams that almost distracted her from her commission. Despite the risk he posed, she couldn’t forget the sketch she’d made of him naked. She’d bet he looked even better in the flesh.
    Back at her room at the Residence Inn, Rory peeled the magnetic Do Not Disturb sign off the door and checked her keychain for a green light—no one lurking inside—before entering.
    Her laptop lay on the desk where she’d placed it earlier that evening before she’d left for the museum. Her suitcase was propped open, revealing a messy spill of clothes. She cultivated the image deliberately, since the apparent naïveté made her appear less suspicious. Besides, any determined thief would be able to break the paltry locks of her suitcase and the room safe; more than anyone else, she should know. Why invite additional damage?
    A quick glance told her everything was as it should be. Or else whoever had searched her things was even more paranoid than she was—and a lot more skilled. She didn’t think she could duplicate the careless drape of the red blouse on top of everything. Since she didn’t think anyone else could, she was probably fine.
    Rory untied the dark shawl that had served as a skirt for her trip to Kinko’s and dropped it in her suitcase. Rolling down the legs of her pantsuit, she undressed quickly, making sure to invert her jacket so that the red side was hidden once more, before she hung it in the closet.
    She fell into bed, considering vacation spots. Maybe the Riviera or Australia’s Gold Coast? Someplace where the sun was shining and she could sate the hunger that Adonis had awakened in her. She snuggled into her pillows, rubbing her tingling nipples against the crisp cotton.
    It was definitely past time for some nookie. She’d spent so much time planning the execution of this commission that she’d let fun and games fall by the wayside; evidently her body believed enough was enough and was making its requirements known. She closed her eyes, ignoring her clamoring libido, too drowsy to consider soothing it.
    Her sensual craving followed her into sleep, taking form in restless dreams.
    It started with a gentle breeze that carried the enthralling scent of male musk to her nostrils. The zephyr whirled around her as she floated in the darkness, flowing over her bare skin like a soft caress.
    Sultry darkness wrapped her in safety, cradled her in warmth, hid a phantom lover waiting just for her. His presence didn’t frighten her, accustomed as she was to living in the shadows. She didn’t question his choice to conceal his identity. It didn’t even occurto her to ask.
    Dream hands stroked her, played teasing games on her body, melted her tension with a masterful massage.
    Turning over in her bed, Rory moaned, welcoming the sweet comfort. The pleasure built slowly, pulling her deeper into sleep. With a happy sigh, she surrendered to the dream, abandoning herself to its hedonistic delights.
    Knowing fingers roamed her body, trailing sparks of desire in their wake, summoning a growing response. They whetted her carnalhunger, then fed her to the fire.
    Pleasure splashed through her, sweet and easy. A gentle rapturebanishing all her cares. So wonderful to relax with no thought for the next job.
    Her lover stroked her through the gentle orgasm, stoking her desire with his hands