Chapter Twenty-Six

His smirk was devious. “And if I snuck into your hotel room? Maybe found the same elevator? I’m sure there’s a conference table somewhere at your hotel.”

I raised a brow at him. “Taboo foreplay would not mask your stalker behavior.”

He shrugged. “We could always pretend.”

I shook my head then paced to the doorway. “I’m going to leave with the mentality that you’re joking about the stalking.”

His chair squeaked, and before I could reach for the door handle, he grabbed my wrist and turned me, pinning me seductively against the door. “Of course, I’m joking. I can’t help it that when my eyes are on you all these filthy fantasies just trounce through my brain.”

The corner of my mouth tugged upward, and my hand found his jaw. He leaned into my touch, his eyelids becoming heavy. It was a sweet gesture, a simple caress that I’d refrained from giving him during our p