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I slid both arms around his neck, tangling my fingers in his hair, marveling at the silky feel running through my fingers.

He growled like the predator he was then captured my mouth, instantly thrusting his tongue inside as he yanked my leg against his thigh. The kiss was animalistic, insanely powerful and I couldn’t breathe as he swept his tongue back and forth. Everything about him was dominating, pushing me to limits I hadn’t known I had.

I gathered a whiff of our combined desire, the scent so potent that I was certain any elevator passengers for hours to come would smell our longing. His cock was rock hard, and as heground his hips back and forth, allowing me to know the state of hunger he was in, I was more lightheaded than before.

The taste of the oysters remained, and I wanted to laugh as I wondered whether or not he was right about the shellfish being an aphrodisiac. Maybe I could blame eating them for the state of mind and body I was in.

My little voice started to nag me once again and I shoved it aside. What I was doing was very wrong. Then why did it feel so intensely right? As if we belonged together. While I’d never believed in fairytales or happily ever afters, I did believe in lust at first sight, the kind that could…

Oh, hell, no. What we were sharing had nothing to do with love. Not a chance in hell.

The pinging of the elevator was the only reason he didn’t fuck me right here. I was certain of it. He grabbed my hand instead, barely allowing me time to push down my skirt before whisking me from the steel box, moving with purpose past two guests who studied us intently. A warm flush of embarrassment crept up both sides of my face, but it was too late now. If anyone recognized me, the next day would be difficult.

But I didn’t give a shit.

I realized we were on the top floor, one that led to the gorgeous suites that I’d never been able to afford. Only the best for a man of his stature, someone who could buy his way into or out of anything. I wondered if that’s how he’d remained out of prison. The thought almost brought a laugh to my lips once again.

My God. I was prepared to enter into the hotel room of a known criminal without being forced. I’d reached a new and incrediblelevel of insanity. The real trouble to this was that I never wanted to come down from the high.

After jamming his keycard into the lock, the green light flashing, he shoved me inside, closing and locking the door as his shoulders heaved from his heavy breathing. He shoved me against the wall, cupping both sides of my face, his eyes shimmEricag before he darted them back and forth.

Another moment where all time stopped occurred, only the echoing sound of my rapidly beating heart heard, his labored breathing a close second.

“I can’t wait to drive my cock into your wet pussy. And tonight, I’ll claim your tight asshole as well.”

His filthy words made me shudder. He lowered his head slowly, breathing across my face. When he captured my mouth, I was torn between the building lust and the rational woman who knew being here was a bad idea. Yet all sense of purpose faded as he kissed me as if he was taking his dying breath, the sensations tearing through me impossible to describe.

As his tongue explored, I closed my eyes, wishing that this could last forever. The roaring passion continued until suddenly, I couldn’t feel him any longer. The loss of explosive heat and his body weight was tremendous, and I blinked several times before realizing that he’d backed away by several feet. I pressed my fingers across my lips, still in a fog from the ridiculously hot French kiss.

I backed all the way into the center of the main room, shocked to see the massive floor-to-ceiling windows encompassing two sides. I spun around in a circle, laughing softly from seeing the baby grand piano and fresh flowers in a massive crystal vase onthe ebony surface. One side faced the river while the other faced the expansive and beautiful city. Lights from adjacent buildings twinkled in the distance and I couldn’t help but wonder if anyone could see us.

Perhaps with a powerful set of binoculars or a telescope. The dirty thought sent a wave of heat coursing through every muscle and vein, searing the ends as the touch of his fingers always did. I was in a state of euphoria already and he’d yet to strip me of the last of my innocence.

When I spun around to face him, he’d already yanked off his jacket, tossing it onto one of the chairs, ripping at his tie as if he couldn’t stand wearing clothes any longer. The look on his face was carnal, the predator cornEricag his prey. I continued to back up, slowly allowing my jacket to fall from my shoulders, giving him a naughty look before tossing it aside.

As I kicked off my shoes, he whispered something in French I couldn’t understand but there was no doubt it was filthy and erotic. I was tingling all over, watching as he unbuttoned his shirt halfway down his chest and all I could think about was running my fingers his and down his abdomen, exploring his carved muscles.

As soon as he took one step closer, I took another step backward, close enough to the piano that I could place my hand on the surface.

“You’re not getting away from me,cherie. You’ll never be able to do that.”

“Is that what you think?”

“That’s what I know.”

“What if I say no?”

He laughed softly. “You won’t because this is what you need.”

His words were even more powerful, obsessive in a way that I’d never experienced before. I was thrown by how they made me feel and I was at the point of losing my mind.

“I’m going to make us both a drink. Then you’re going to strip for me,cherie. I want you to tempt me with the woman hiding behind the mask.”

His words drove another shiver down my spine, so mesmerizing that I had difficult taking another breath. And somehow, I knew I’d obey his command. “Who says I’m hiding?”

“I am.” He took a few seconds to unbutton his sleeves, rolling them over his elbows as he studied me as if I was going to deny the truth. When I said nothing, he smiled, turning around and heading toward the lavish bar.

I was still taken aback I was inside his suite, trying to gather my wits about me. He didn’t bother asking what I wanted, pouring the same drinks we’d had at the restaurant. He moved toward the piano, placing the glass of red wine close to me before tugging out the bench and sitting down.

Why I held my breath I wasn’t certain but everything about the man was so sexy that I was curious what he intended on doing. He took a gulp of his drink, placing the glass close to him before he began to play.

Shock tore through me, the melodic sound of whatever classical piece he was performing keeping me tingling all over. I remained where I was, enjoying the sound of his concert. When he liftedhis gaze seconds later, there was so much heat in his eyes that I was thrown into a hazy fog.

“I suggest you follow my orders,cherie. I don’t think you’re eager for another punishment.” He switched up the music, moving from the dark classical piece to something jazzier.

I glanced over my shoulder into the bright lights of the city then closed my eyes, enjoying the beat of the music. When I was finally able to relax slightly, I twirled in a circle then began to unfasten the buttons on my blouse, thinking about how he’d made me feel inside the interrogation room. He’d been right about my blouse, the wetness caused by being in close proximity to him.

Tonight it was all about the roaring desire. As he continued to play, I pretended as if we were nothing more than two lovers getting to know each other, basking in the moment of shared passion. I was able to feel sexier than I had in a long time, taking my time to seduce him as only a woman could do, easing one side of my blouse over my shoulder then the other.

I allowed gravity to take the soft material to my fingers, twirling the shirt in the air as I stole a look at the gorgeous man, shocked how much he got into the music. How many other surprises did he have in store for me? I had a feeling he’d never allow me to learn all his secrets, as I wouldn’t allow him to learn about mine.

He growled when he noticed me again, his heated gaze falling all the way to my toes, returning to my eyes in a slow and determined manner.

I continued stripping for him as commanded, turning around to face the other direction as I eased my arms behind my waist,unfastening the skirt. As I shimmied out of it, I realized how at peace I felt, which was as strange as being here with him.

A possible killer.

A ruthless criminal.

Maybe it was the reckless danger that kept me so intrigued, or the blatant need to break free of the very chains he’d recognized. Whatever the case, I was floating on cloud nine as I continued undressing. When I was standing only in my underwear, grateful I’d worn matching pieces, I danced around the piano. He growled as I rubbed the tips of my fingers across his back, the beat of the music increasing to a near tribal pounding of his fingers against the keys.

He had such passion with the music, much like he did while fucking me. I could only imagine how he was in business, refusing to take no for an answer from anyone. He was without a doubt the most intriguing man I’d ever met, someone who ignored the rules at all costs.

Who was I to complain?

The thought made me laugh as I slid my hands down his chest, pressing my body against his back as he continued to play.

“You’re not finished yet,cherie. I need to see all of you, to bask in your sweet glory.”

I backed away once again, twirling around the piano. I grabbed my glass of wine, continuing to tease him as I dragged the tip of my tongue all the way around the rim of the glass. When I threw back too much of the warm wine, I almost choked, beads trickling from both sides of my mouth. I couldn’t help laughing as I rubbed the back of my hand across my lips.

The way his nostrils flared was demonstrative, exactly the kind of reaction I now expected from him. I left my wine on the piano, drifting into another sweet haze as I unfastened my bra, slowly easing one strap over my shoulder then the other, taking my time to shimmy out of it. When I held it out to the side, swinging it back and forth, he issued a series of guttural sounds.

When I dropped it, glancing over my shoulder, I was positive the man was ready to devour me. He switched up the music for a third time, his fingers moving at light speed, the darkness the bass keys presented stilling in every way. Yet he never blinked, never looked at the keys, only me as I slipped my fingers under the thin elastic of my thong, slowly easing it to the floor.

Fully naked, I flexed my fingers open, rubbing them roughly down from my neck to my chest, cupping and squeezing my breasts.

His breathing was more rapid, his fingers aggressively attacking the keys as his hunger continued to build. I was certain the man was going to hyperventilate.

As he lifted and cocked his head, I sensed a change in his demeanor, the need all consuming.

“Crawl to me,cherie. Now.”

There was something thrilling about the command and without hesitation, without forethought or concern, I did as he asked.

Yet I knew crawling to him would mean only one thing.

Admittance that I belonged to him.

And above the danger and concern over losing my job, the worry about what others would think, what terrified me the most waslosing myself in the only man who’d allowed me to feel free and alive.

But there was no turning back, no way out.

None…