"Too bad. Tonight we're playing by my rules."

He was lying on his back, his hands propping up his head. "Next time we'll play by mine."She pulled the sash from her robe and moved slowly to the bed. His magnificent chest was bare andshe couldn't resist toying with him, dragging the edge of the pink sash across his tanned expanse of skin.He growled deep from his chest and reached for her.

She took a step back. "Somehow I didn't think I could trust you to behave yourself. Keep your armsabove your head."

His brown eyes followed her as she moved up to the head of the bed. Her open robe revealed ashort, tight, and translucent slip.

He hadn't obeyed her command yet, so she threatened, "I can either use this on your eyes or yourwrists. Your choice."

A wicked, aroused smile curved his lips. "What if I choose one now, one later?"

"My rules, Ty. Make your choice." She never knew how much she liked being in charge, liked playingthe bad girl.

Being with a bad boy like Ty had roused her inner seductress.

"Wrists," he said. "But first, this." He reached up and pulled her slip off over her head, leaving hernaked but not the least bit chilled. Everywhere he looked, every place his fingers drifted, was burning up.Knowing it would drive him crazy, she leaned over him as she tied his arms to the bedpost with thesash. Her breasts swayed over his mouth and she was sorely tempted to drop her nipples into his waitingmouth. But she wanted to tease him, to tantalize him, wanted him to burst with desire for her before shegave in.

His wrists secure, she pulled down the sheets that covered him.

He was blessedly naked. And so incredibly beautiful.

His cock rose up, huge and thick. "I take it you found what you were looking for?"His words were taunting and yet seductive.

"I can't stop reliving what you did to me yesterday with your hands, your mouth. I can't stop thinkingabout what it would have been like if the tables had been turned."He swallowed hard. "Turn them."

She climbed up on the bed and straddled his thighs. "I can't help but wonder if you taste as good asyou look."

His voice was strangled. "There's only one way to find out."She smiled. "Who says jocks aren't smart?"

Slowly leaning down, letting her hair brush against his abdominal muscles so that they jumped andtightened, she pressed her lips to the tip of his cock. A drop of liquid surfaced and she licked it off in onesmooth stroke. Until this moment, Julie had never been a big fan of blow jobs.Funny how one man could change her opinion about absolutely everything.She ran her tongue lightly down the long, thick shaft. How had they managed to fit together whenshe was an eighteen-year-old virgin?

She couldn't wait to find out again.

Without warning, she took him deep into her mouth.

His hips bucked up off the bed and he groaned her name. She loved watching him lose control,loved knowing that she was the woman making it happen.

"Untie me," he growled.

She shook her head. "Not until I'm done with you."

As much as she loved tasting him, giving him pleasure with her tongue and lips, she wanted to feelhim deep within her more. Right now.

She moved up his body, put her hands on his chest, and pushed down onto his cock, letting his firstthick inch spread her wide open. She'd relived their lovemaking so many times over the past ten years,yet nothing could have possibly lived up to the incredible reality.

"More, Julie. Take more," he urged and she gave in, taking him in another inch. Before she couldstop herself, before she could remember to slow down to torture him with longing, she slid all the waydown, pressed her pelvic bone against his.

And that was when Julie realized she'd been lying to herself: Having any control over her body whereTy was concerned was impossible. All she wanted was him inside her just like this, hard and pulsing. Shecouldn't get enough of him, never wanted this bliss to end.

"Untie me," he said again, somewhere between an order and a plea. But before she got the chance,his arm muscles rippled and the fabric ripped in two. Then his hands were on her, and they wereeverywhere—her breasts, her clitoris, her bottom...an orgasm began to ripple across her breasts, over herstomach, deep in her core.

Julie panted, her hand between her legs, Ty's name on her lips as she came. The sheets were twisted around her, and it took her several moments to realize that she wasn't in her guest bedroom. She was in her own bedroom.

And Ty was still on the other side of the wall.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Julie woke up curled tightly around her extra pillow. Her eyes felt gritty and puffy; the light seemed harsher than usual.

Oh, Lord—while he slept peacefully a bedroom away, she'd been in the throes of a wet dream that had seemed utterly real.

Well. She'd never get through this assignment without a serious dose of positive thinking, so from now on, she'd keep her emotions firmly in check and her mind on the business at hand. Jay, Ty's agent, had filled her in on the rest of Ty's off-season schedule yesterday afternoon during a phone meeting, and tonight she and Ty were attending an important charity event in the vineyards of Napa Valley.

She sat up and reached for her watch, then glanced at the time. 10:00 A.M.?

She blinked hard and looked again. Her internal body clock always woke her up at 6:30 A.M., even when she changed time zones!

How could this have happened?

Ty shook everything up. Everything.

She jumped in the shower, dried her hair, did her makeup, and dressed in record time. Then she headed for the kitchen, looking for coffee, hoping Ty was engrossed in TV or something. No such luck.

He looked up from the sunny corner where her round, stone kitchen table was tucked beneath a bank of windows. It looked like he had several contracts spread in front of him and a yellow legal notepad full of scribblings. Great. He was working hard on business matters while she was sleeping away the morning. Yet again, he'd managed to get a leg up on her.

"Looks like you could use some coffee," he said. "I just brewed a fresh pot." As if he could read her mind he added, "I got in the habit of waking up early at training camp in college. Never figured out how to sleep till noon like some of the other guys."

She nodded and poured herself a large steaming cup of coffee, not trusting herself to speak until she'd imbibed a lethal dose of caffeine.

Hell, she barely trusted herself to be in the same room with Ty. If her dream was any indication of her sex-starved state, she was perilously low on self-control.

"I'm usually up early too," she said, feeling defensive and hating it. He sat back in his chair. "Something keep you awake last night?" She scowled at his low blow. Grabbing a banana from the fruit bowl on the kitchen island, she sat in the chair across the table from temptation.

"I had to take some work to bed," she replied. When she realized exactly how she'd taken her work tobed, she blushed profusely. Crap! She never blushed. As a fair-skinned blonde she'd had to teach herself early not to reveal her emotions so easily. Whether in personal or professional situations, keeping her control was vitally important.

"Mmm-hmm," he said.