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  The fact that he was going over the security guy’s head indicated he knew the hotel really wanted to keep his business. Of course, nobody wanted his business more than she did right at this minute, particularly judging by how big and hard that business had felt pressed against her.

  After a brief pause, someone else apparently spoke on the other end of the phone call. She couldn’t hear the conversation, but after a moment, Damien said, “Yes, I am. And it’s quite all right. I’m sure you’re doing a fine job in security. Please just give me five minutes and then I’ll restart the car.” He glanced up at the corner. “And turn off the in-car camera.”

  She stared up at the black dome, which concealed a camera. She’d been so heated up by her sexy companion that she hadn’t even noticed it. Honestly, she wasn’t entirely sure she’d have cared if she had noticed it. She wasn’t an exhibitionist, but she wanted Damien Black that much.

  To her shock, a small red indicator light blinked off. Amazement filled her as she wondered just how the guy could get a security camera shut off with a phone call.

  “Who are you?” she asked.

  “Somebody who spends a lot of money at these hotels.”

  “Are you a platinum member of their frequent guest program or something? Is that why they kiss up to you no matter what crazy request you make?”

  He shrugged. “Something like that.”

  “You do realize they were watching us on the camera and know exactly what we’re up to, even though it’s now off?”

  “Of course.”

  “And you don’t care?”

  “No.”

  “But...”

  “Do you really want to waste what time we have talking about this?” he asked, stalking closer, each slow step an exercise in restraint, as if he wanted to make sure she hadn’t changed her mind.

  As if.

  “No, I really don’t,” she replied.

  “Good.”

  He burned her with a hot, possessive stare. The fire of it blazed down her neck, to her cleavage. Her breasts pushed up and out of her open blouse.

  “Five minutes,” he said as he reached her, sliding a hand into her hair to pull her face to his. “This is gonna be fast.”

  Fast, slow—she wanted both. She wanted it all. They had all night, and she wanted him every way she could have him. But fast would do for a start.

  Then he was kissing her, returning her to the heights of insane want. Even as he devoured her, again eliciting all those crazy, hot sensations, raising the level of need into the stratosphere, he began undressing her. His hands were unfastening her buttons, pushing her blouse open, and he kissed his way down her throat to the swell of her cleavage.

  “Gorgeous,” he muttered as he licked along the edge of her bra. When he moved to the front and breathed on the dark nipples straining so hard against the lace, she squirmed, wanting a more intimate connection.

  “An hour wouldn’t be enough to suck you the way I want to,” he muttered. “So that’s going to have to wait.”

  She whimpered, both in disappointment and excitement of the promised hour to come.

  “Are you hot for me, Viv?” he whispered as he kissed his way down her midriff, dropping to his knees to better reach her.

  “Find out for yourself,” she purred, lifting a leg and draping it over one strong shoulder. She was wanton, arching toward him, inviting him to push her skirt up and explore her hottest, wettest secrets.

  He did, gliding his hand along her thigh, pushing the skirt up inch by inch. When his fingers brushed the edge of her panties, she hissed. Her hiss became a moan of pleasure when he pulled the fabric out of the way to slide a finger into the crevice between her legs.

  “So hot,” he groaned.

  Viv closed her eyes, wanting him so much. The circular motions of his thumb on her clit were driving her to madness, and the strokes of his tongue on her belly were timed to perfectly match it, filling her with a more primal need. But it was the slow thrust of his finger into her core that made her frantic to be filled by him. All of him.

  “Three minutes left,” he muttered against her skin.

  “No,” she groaned, not sure how she would survive if he stopped what he was doing for the painfully long ride up to the penthouse.

  “What can I do for you?” he asked, teasing her clit again, and adding another long finger to the one slowly moving in and out of her channel.

  “You can give me one of those orgasms you promised,” she said, opening her eyes and looking down at him. She grabbed two handfuls of his hair and turned his head so he was gazing up at her. “Or proceed directly to fucking my brains out.”

  He immediately rose, unzipping his pants. “Maybe I can kill two birds with one...”

  “Cock?”

  He chuckled. “I love that sassy mouth of yours.”

  Viv reached out to help him, quivering at the satiny steel in her hand.

  “Holy mother...” she mumbled, staring at the big, thick erection. Though she hadn’t ever been nervous about sex, not even that first time with Ollie in the computer lab, she hesitated. It had been five months. What if she’d...shrunk?

  “What’s wrong?”

  “You’re so big,” she whispered, wondering if he could correctly interpret her tone as a combination of nervousness and pure, utter want.

  “And you’re so wet,” he murmured, pressing a kiss on her mouth. “So soft and warm and ready for me.”

  “Okay then,” she said, trusting him. He would certainly know.

  “Hold on,” he ordered, nodding toward the stainless-steel handrails on each wall of the elevator.

  She quivered; she was in for a wild, fast ride.

  Grabbing the handrails, she watched as he pulled her skirt back up, pushing her panties to the floor. He lifted her by the hips, arching her toward him. The panties fell off her ankles and she parted her legs wide in invitation.

  Gripping her hips, he stepped between her thighs, that big, hard ridge nudging into the slick lips of her sex. She had a second to gasp at the amazing sensation before he plunged into her, filling her to her core.

  Her gasps became cries as he claimed her. She couldn’t believe how delicious it was to be so thoroughly taken. The emptiness that had been with her for so long—physically and emotionally—suddenly evaporated as she savored the ultimate connection with another human being.

  God, how she’d missed this.

  He gave her exactly what she’d asked for, thrusting hard, his hands almost punishing on her hips, his cock pounding so deep inside her she felt as though she was being split in half.

  She loved it.

  Meeting him thrust for thrust, she held on tight to his shoulders, digging her nails into him. Their mouths met and locked in deep hungry kisses. Viv squeezed him deep inside, eliciting a guttural groan. The angle was perfect for penetration, but also gave her just the right amount of pressure on her clit, and she rode him as much as he took her, both of them drunk on the freedom of being able to throw away thought and inhibition and convention, and just have wild, crazy sex.

  Waves of heat rolled through her, electricity dancing across every inch of her skin. The deliciously achy tension of need rolled through her body, wave after wave, and Viv knew she was going to come—had to come—or she’d lose her mind.

  There would be time for a slow build later. Now she was desperate for an orgasm, and she rubbed against his pelvis, giving herself exactly the right amount of pressure to make sure she got it.

  But just as she began to reach the highest wave of this churning surf of erotic sensation, a faint buzzing began to intrude. She didn’t notice it at first, focused only on the wildness, their harsh breaths, the pounding of flesh on flesh. Soon, though, she realized the persistent sound wasn’t coming from either of them, but rat
her from the emergency phone set in the front panel of the elevator.

  He obviously heard it, too.

  “Shit,” he muttered. His hands still gripping her hips, his glorious erection still buried hilt-deep inside her, he stopped moving.

  She groaned. “No.”

  Damien closed his eyes and banged his forehead against the wall. “Our time is up.”

  Viv squeezed him again, deep inside, and was rewarded with a slow thrust. His mind might imagine they could stop, but his body was nowhere ready to. “Five more minutes?” she cajoled, licking her lips, tightening her legs around his lean hips.

  “It’s going to take a lot longer than that,” he told her, the words as much a promise as a declaration.

  “Not for me.” Not that she didn’t want a lot more. But oh, she wanted an orgasm, and she wanted it now.

  He pulled away so he could look down at her, and obviously noted the hot hunger she couldn’t disguise. Her body was quaking, tingling, the pressure so enormous she felt sure she’d either have to climax or punch something, just to relieve the sensual stress. At no other time did pleasure and pain mix so exquisitely, with boundaries almost impossible to discern, than right before climax. When it came, there would be no better sensation in the world. When denied, nothing was worse.

  “Two minutes,” she begged. “I need... I have to...”

  “No.” He shook his head once, and let go of her hips, until she was standing on her own feet.

  Viv was ready to cry, but when those lips curved up, she held off.

  “Thirty seconds.”

  Her brows went up as she heard the confidence in his voice. But when he immediately dropped to his knees, lifting her leg over his shoulder, as he had before, she knew she wouldn’t require the full thirty seconds. Not if he was going to... Oh, God.

  He did.

  A cry escaped her throat as he licked her sex, covering her clit with that warm tongue. She was panting, desperate for breath, hungry for release. Twining her fingers in his thick, black hair, she arched toward his hungry mouth, glorious sensation washing over her. He encircled the sensitive nub, licking at the base, sucking gently, and all brain function ceased. She closed her eyes and began to whimper as the heat centered and pooled right there...right... “There!”

  Attaining the highest heights her body could reach, she let it rock her from head to toe. Warm waves of satisfaction rolled through her. She couldn’t stop herself from gently thrusting her hips, loving that he continued to lap at her as the hot currents pulsed and scattered through her veins, bringing light and energy and pure deliciousness to every cell in her body.

  She was so lost to it, she barely even noticed when he stood up, dropping her skirt into place. Missing his warmth, the intimate connection, she managed to open her eyes. Sucking in deep, hungry breaths, she watched him walk to the control panel and reengage the elevator. And then they were moving again, slowly rising, past one floor, heading to the next.

  Finally, she found a functioning brain cell and muttered, “I might not be able to walk out of here.”

  “I’ll carry you,” he said, those dark eyes gleaming as he assessed her, from her tangled hair, to her gaping blouse and her crumpled skirt.

  She gave him her most wicked, come-hither smile, but it faded from her lips when she realized the elevator was slowing. And they weren’t yet to the top floor.

  “We’re stopping!” She ran a quick, assessing stare over him. For the most part, he looked perfect, gorgeous, the hair smooth, the face innocent—but for the gleam of hot woman on his lips—the jacket, shirt and tie just fine.

  But, uh... “You might want to put that away,” she said with a giggle, gesturing toward his unzipped pants. His penis was still free, all big, hard and delicious. If they weren’t about to be boarded and invaded, she’d love to drop to her knees and repay the intimacy he’d just bestowed upon her.

  He didn’t immediately shove things into place again or try to zip and hide. No. Instead, he took a few steps toward her, to the back corner, and braced his hands on either side of her. Without even glancing over his shoulder or acknowledging that the door was sliding open behind them, he pressed his mouth to hers in a wet kiss, sucking on her tongue, letting her taste her own essence. Viv twined her arms around his neck, tilting her head, kissing him, not really giving a damn that someone else had boarded the elevator.

  The kiss was long, slow and surprising. Damien cupped her face in both his hands, his thumbs scraping gently over her cheeks. His touch was tender, careful, his kiss a soft promise, not a demand. Viv was still dying for more, but she found her heartbeat slowing, and her breaths, too. She slid her fingers into his hair, stroking its silkiness, and gave herself over to the pleasure of a long, leisurely kiss.

  Of course, this wasn’t just a regular kiss, and in a tiny corner of her mind, she couldn’t quite forget that. First, they had an audience, albeit a quiet, unobtrusive one. Second, she could still feel Damien’s rock-solid erection pressed hard against her stomach. The people behind him couldn’t possibly see, but oh, just knowing it was there—hot, throbbing, inviting—was enough to make her tingle all over.

  Eventually, they came to another stop. Damien slowly ended the kiss. Smiling at how much she’d enjoyed it, Viv glanced over his shoulder, appraising their audience. It was a younger couple, both wearing workout clothes and carrying water bottles. They’d apparently gone downstairs to use the fitness center.

  Both were watching them closely. Both were grinning.

  Viv wasn’t the blushing sort, but still a bit of heat flashed up into her cheeks. If those people had any idea what had been going on in the elevator right before they’d stepped onto it, they wouldn’t be grinning, they’d be wide-eyed with shock.

  Then again...those grins said they were aware they’d stumbled onto more than a couple kissing in an elevator. Hmm.

  When Viv inhaled a deep breath and caught the rich odors of earthy sex, she winced. There was no way those strangers didn’t realize what they’d been doing. The very air betrayed them.

  Resisting the urge to bury her face in Damien’s shoulder, she groaned softly, praying she never ran into the other couple again. But just to make things a tiny bit worse, as they began to exit the elevator on their own floor, the young woman glanced at Viv over her shoulder. “Uh...don’t forget those,” she said with a wink, pointing to the floor.

  Viv glanced down. And groaned. Her lacy white panties were tangled around Damien’s black leather shoes.

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  “I BELIEVE WE’VE gone well past number twelve.”

  Making no effort to keep the satisfaction out of his voice for having beaten his stated goal, Damien rolled over onto his back. He breathed deeply, enjoying the rich, combined scents of sweat, sex and woman. His thudding heart gradually began to slow, and a lazy smile curled at his lips as he waited for Viv to respond, hopefully with admiration that he was a man who could make a plan and stick to his goals.

  Wow. Talk about sticking to them. He’d found himself unable to let her go, not wanting her more than a few inches away from him for the past sixteen-or-so hours. He wasn’t sure he was going to be able to walk today, considering the number of times and ways they’d had sex the night before. Not since he was a teenager had his sexual desire been so frantic, so unending. Throughout the night, no matter what they did, or where they did it, he’d found himself ready to plunge into Viv’s tight, delicious body again minutes after leaving her.

  It took a while for her to answer. He could hear her own heaving breaths begin to slow as she, too, sprawled out on the bed. Kicking the tangled sheets away from her calves she sighed as the air-conditioned breeze cooled her hot body.

  Oh, so hot.

  He couldn’t stop himself from looking over at her. There wasn’t an inch of her he hadn’t tasted during the long, erotic hou
rs of the night. He was tempted to roll over and press another kiss in the hollow of her throat, to taste his way down to a perfect nipple, so red and saucy from his avid attention. There wasn’t a bit of her that wasn’t delicious, not a thing they’d done that he would ever regret.

  His only regret was the possibility that she’d meant what she said about this being a one-night stand. He might have agreed to it yesterday, out of habit, since he’d long ago realized he was much more the one-night-stand than the fall-in-love-and-settle-down type.

  Frankly, he wasn’t sure falling in love and staying that way forever was even programmed in his genetic code. His father had been the greatest dad on earth, but he’d borne no love for his wife, at least not that Damien had witnessed. Both sets of grandparents had divorced, as had his sister.

  As for his mother—well, that chick in the Frozen movie had nothing on her. He’d started viewing her as the ice queen when he was just a kid, and the temperature had just grown colder as she’d aged.

  So, no, Damien wasn’t the love-and-romance type. Never had been.

  He blinked, rubbing a hand over his eyes, pushing those images away. Now certainly wasn’t the time to do a postmortem on his childhood or an evaluation of his ability to ever actually fall in love. He was lying in bed with a woman he craved, one he knew he couldn’t let go of yet.

  She didn’t mean it about just one night.

  Or, if she did, she would certainly change her mind after what they’d shared. Because he suspected encounters like that were earth-shattering, once-in-a-lifetime events that some people never even got to experience. And he was a greedy enough bastard to want to experience it again. He hoped she was, too.

  Finally, she replied, but not with an appreciative purr.

  “Let me guess, math wasn’t your best subject in school,” she said with a broad yawn.

  “Excuse me?”

  “Pretty sure it was eleven.”

  His eyes narrowed but then he noticed the hint of mischief lurking in her sleepy blue eyes. He played along, certain he’d given her far more than the eleven stated orgasms. Christ, she’d come twice in the five minutes after they’d left the elevator.