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studied the menu for a moment before he asked, “Anything sound appetizing to you?”
    “Only you.” She brushed her breasts against his arm.
    “Did I get you all worked up?” He slid his hand up her thigh once more.
    She caught him by the arm. “Wasn’t that your intentions?”
    “Frank is on his way.” He would’ve preferred to keep the banter going, but there would be time for foreplay after they placed their order. “Are you in the mood for steak or lasagna?”
    “I’m really not that hungry,” she replied, rolling her tongue over her lips once more.
    “Yes, but you were the one who wanted to meet here.”
    Frank delivered their drinks and set their glasses on the table. “Have you decided on anything?”
    “The lady will have your ravioli and I’ll have the rigatoni.”
    Frank tried to up-sell a few items. When he was unsuccessful, he left them alone.
    Carly shifted her weight to her right hip and crossed her leg, trapping his hand between her thighs. She flashed a mischievous grin before she dragged her finger down his cheek and whispered, “I was proud of you out there tonight.”
    He wiggled his hand. “That won’t work, baby.”
    She blushed, glanced at the door, and ducked her head. “Kemper, we may be in a private room, but the customers out there can see us. Some of them are watching.”
    “Of course they’re watching. I’m with the most beautiful woman in the room and they’re probably wondering what you see in a man like me.”
    She tossed her head back and laughed. Her laugh was contagious, not to mention arousing. His cock jumped in his slacks, bulging against the material until he was more than slightly uncomfortable. He was in enormous pain.
    “I should turn you over my knee for this.”
    Sexual heat filled those gorgeous sapphire eyes. “You can bend me over as soon as we get to the room. I promise.”
    “I can’t wait until after dinner,” he said, grabbing her by the hand and pulling her away from the table. “Let’s go.”
    “Kemper, wait!”
    The clickety-click of her high heels only made him harder and more determined. He couldn’t reach their suite fast enough.
    “Kemper,” she grated out. “Hang on.”
    “Wish I could,” he rasped, tightening his grip.
    They passed Frank, who immediately gave them a bewildered look. “Everything all right, Mr. Kapertone?”
    “Swell.” Kemper slowed his pace long enough to add, “Hold our order for about fifteen minutes. We’ll be right back.”
    “Would you like for us to send your dinner up to the room?” Frank called after them.
    “No thanks, Frank. We’ll be back.”
    All heads turned as they rushed by several seated customers. If anyone had bothered to notice, they would’ve immediately assumed why they were rushing from the dining room. Kemper’s tented trousers did little to conceal his state of arousal.
    Kemper strode to the elevator, dragging Carly with him. Entering the lift with another couple, he released a hard breath of relief when the strangers didn’t make small talk. Four floors later, they were left alone. Kemper punched the button as if his life depended upon a quick ride upstairs.
    “You’re acting bizarre,” Carly said, shoving her beaded designer purse under her arm.
    “Am I?” Kemper asked, stalking her as soon as the elevator doors closed behind them. With one fluid move, he placed his hand on Carly’s waist and pulled her in front of him.
    “What happened to making dinner last forever?”
    “Did I say forever?” He dipped his head and indulged in another one of her habit-forming kisses. Her divine lips parted for his and their tongues dueled then danced, swirling around and around.
    Kemper drew back when the sudden ding announced their arrival on the sixteenth floor. He placed his palm in the small of her back and guided her off the elevator, pushing her ahead of him.
    “We’re this way,” she said, walking a few paces to the right.
    Watching those perfect hips sway, Kemper