...Carmen knew she was drunk or crazy to agree to kiss the man, particularly when she already didn’t believe in the coin her grandmother had wanted her to have. The coin didn’t have any mystical powers. Men met women and they got it on. That had been happening long before her ancestors decided their little coin had a say in it.

No way she believed that coin had brought Breck to her. She really was crazy if she believed that.

Then why was she going to kiss him?

Because you want to and he just gave you an excuse.

Because she couldn’t wait to touch him, she pressed her palms to the muscled wall of his chest and then slid them up. Breck remained motionless as her fingers slid up the back of his neck. His hair was silky and warm to the touch. His blue eyes darkened and he moaned when she pressed herself lightly against him.

“Are you ready?”

“What do you think?” she asked.

Breck lowered his head and covered her mouth with his. It started out as an innocent enough kiss, but something inside her clicked at the unique taste of the him and the feel of him in her arms. There was something so familiar and good about him. She opened her lips to him easily, allowed his tongue to stroke hers with an intimacy she hadn’t know for a very long time.

Carmen inhaled the wonderful scent of him, basil, rum, and aroused male. Either she’d had more champagne than she thought, or her head was spinning from the way his lips smoothed over hers. All at once, he pulled her against him so tightly that it nearly forced the air from her lungs, and she let him. His cock was hard and hot against her belly, and she ground gently against him. Her panties were getting wetter by the second from the juices flowing freely now from her growing excitement.

The coin forgotten, she grabbed at him with the same fervor he displayed. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew she shouldn’t be doing the nasty with a guy she didn’t even know, but that’s just where this was headed. And she wanted him. It felt good. Being with Breck felt more right than the three lovers she’d had so far in her life.

“Still think your coin is a myth?” his voice was a whisper. His tongue traced the outline of her ear, nipping at her lobe with his teeth in a way that made her quiver inside.

“I’m not sure.” She undulated her hips against him now, wanting him badly.

“Good.” His hands were all over her body and his touch was hot. “Because I don’t think I can stop.”

“Me either,” she managed, panting.

“Where?”

Shit, they were in a basement with a concrete floor.

She peeled herself off him and he let her, staying close on her heels. She found a box of drapes, tablecloths, and other items she used to create displays in the store. It was all she had, so she hoped it worked. Dumping the contents of the box on the floor, she created a soft pile, hoping there weren’t other things mixed in by mistake. She sure didn’t want a display stand up her ass when this was done.

“Good. Let’s get more comfortable now.” Breck’s voice was rough when he dropped onto the pile of cloth she’d created and pulled her down with him. His hands were wild, furiously pulling her sweater over her head, then working at the fastenings of her bra before she could mentally catch up. He had her bra off faster than she could blink, and that was impressive considering how many hooks it took to hold it on.

Cupping her breasts in his hands, Breck pushed her back into the soft pile with his body. His thumbs brushed her nipples in a slow dance, sending surges of pure pleasure racing toward her pussy. He certainly knew what he was doing. Her nipples beaded hard beneath his skilled fingers. He bent down to suck one of her nipples into his mouth, his tongue sliding across it with a deliberate slowness that stoked the fire threatening to consume her from the inside out.

Carmen wanted to touch him, too, and see if he looked as good beneath his suit. Her hands worked furiously at his crimson neck tie, the hem of his shirt, wanting all of it off of him. He sat up just long enough to help her unbutton his shirt and throw it to the floor.

And what a sight greeted her. Breck had a powerful upper body, really cut. He looked even better without the suit.