Tycoon For Auction. Katherine Garbera

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      He forgot about winning the first time Corrine flinched, putting her hands up to block the ball instead of hitting it back over the net. But it soon became apparent that Corrine didn’t like to be unsuccessful. She watched Angelica and Paul and found weaknesses in their game that allowed her and Rand to stay even with them.

      They’d probably be able to win if he could keep his eyes off her bare legs. It wasn’t as if hers were the first he’d ever seen. But for some reason his eyes kept straying there. And his libido went into overdrive.

      The sand was warm beneath his feet and he imagined only the two of them remained on the volleyball court. She was sweaty from the sun and from playing. Her T-shirt clung to her torso like a second skin, revealing all that her neat dress had hidden earlier. He wanted to toss the ball to the ground and pull her close to him. Not to huddle over game strategy but to taste those full lips of hers.

      “Rand?” she asked. He imagined her calling his name in a much more intimate situation. Urging him closer to her body, bringing her mouth to his and whispering his name as her lips touched his.

      “Rand?”

      He glanced up to find Corrine staring at him. He became aware of the ball in his hands and the fact that he was supposed to be serving instead of ogling his teammate’s legs. Damn, she got to him faster than any other woman he’d ever known. The tension that was always his companion settled in the pit of his stomach. It had been a long time since another person had affected him this deeply.

      “Yes?” he asked, hoping his reaction to Corrine wasn’t visible to the world. His beach shorts weren’t made to disguise the hardening of his groin. He shifted a little and decided he had to concentrate on the game. The sexual thing he could handle if that were the only draw to Corrine. But the depths he kept glimpsing of this woman’s soul made him wary.

      “You okay?” she asked. She’d pushed her sunglasses to her head, and her eyes were serious as she watched him.

      Did she suspect where his mind had been? “Fine. I was figuring out the score.”

      “Two-two,” she said.

      Okay, time to play and forget about the tempting woman whom he didn’t want to like. The woman who’d shared some of her past with him and whom he realized he wanted to know more about. But he’d never ask. Because knowing more meant forming bonds and commitments. He wasn’t a “forever” kind of guy. He couldn’t ask anyone to share the life he lived because it was based on subterfuge.

      He served the ball and the game ensued. It was fast and furious, and despite her claim not to be good at sports, Corrine played well. The next serve would determine who won the game.

      Rand just couldn’t wait for it to be over so he could hit the shower, preferably a cold one. And try to forget about how Corrine’s shorts had ridden up on the curve of her buttocks as she’d lunged for the ball. She had a sweet, curvy rear that made his fingers tingle with the need to test the resilience of those curves.

      “Time out,” Corrine called, and walked to the center of the court. She stood there staring at him. Had she realized his mind wasn’t on the game?

      “You tired?” he asked. She was flushed and her eyes seemed exhausted.

      She shook her head. “I want to talk to you.”

      He waited, but she gestured impatiently for him to join her. Angelica and Paul were huddled together, but it looked as if they were smooching rather than discussing strategy. Part of him hungered for what they had, but Rand quickly pushed it deep down and ignored it as he always did. Having it all came at a high cost and he wasn’t willing to pay the price.

      “What’s up?” he asked.

      “Umm…”

      He waited. She didn’t smell sweaty, he realized, but faintly floral and something else that he associated only with Corrine. He’d held her in his arms twice and some things had become imbedded in his senses.

      “Were you serious about playing for fun?” she said at last.

      Not really, but he knew that coaxing her into the game had been his motivation earlier. Still, he couldn’t tell her how important winning was to him. “Yes, why?”

      “Good.” She nibbled her lower lip and he watched. He thought she said something about not caring if they didn’t win, but all he could do was watch her teeth and tongue and her sexy lips and wonder how they’d taste under his. Would she react with the passion he sensed was bottled up inside of her? Or would she be cool like her outer surface image?

      “I think we have a good shot at winning,” he said at last.

      “What if we didn’t?” she asked.

      He realized she was trying to tell him something without saying the words. “I’m not making the connection here, darling. Just tell me what you’re trying to say.”

      She shrugged. “I don’t think I should beat my boss.”

      “Paul doesn’t care if we win. I’ve played him lots of times at basketball and golf. I usually win,” he said.

      “That’s different.”

      “How do you figure?” he asked, leaning closer to her.

      She tilted her head to the side and then stood on her tiptoe to whisper in his ear. “You don’t work for Paul.”

      He ignored the jolt of that went through him. “That’s right, I don’t.”

      She pulled back and met his gaze evenly. “You work for me, right?”

      He arched one eyebrow. “We both know I do.”

      She grimaced at him. “I’d like to see you lose when you do that eyebrow thing.”

      “Oh, does it bother you?”

      “You can be so annoying when you try.”

      “I know. It’s a gift.”

      “I don’t like it, Rand.”

      “I’ll try to remember that.”

      “Good. Remember what else I said.”

      “You didn’t say anything.”

      “Then I’ll say it now. I’d rather not win.”

      “Do you have a plan to lose? Because Paul will notice if we suddenly start missing the ball.”

      “You’ll just have to pretend to be distracted,” she said.

      “How am I supposed to do that?”

      “You’re a smart man. You’ll think of something.”

      Several seconds passed before Rand replied to her rather provocative words. “Will you be distracting me?” he asked. There was something very masculine in his tone that made everything feminine in her stir. She wanted to run from Rand and the male gleam in his eyes but she was made of stronger stuff.

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