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passenger or the teacher’s aide or the mother of the bride. She’d be Blaise, the woman with sexual needs and desires.
    The perfect gentleman, Guy gestured for her to precede him out the elevator. They walked side by side down the hall.
    “We’re room four-thirty-nine,” he murmured.
    He unlocked the door with the keycard and again allowed her to go first. As she placed her purchase from the Tattered Page on top of a low dresser, she took in the utilitarian furnishings in the small room. The bed, the upholstered side chair, the old-fashioned armoire, all contributed to the retro atmosphere of the Hempstead.
    When Guy closed the door behind him, he tossed Cupid’s Delight onto the seat of the chair. She turned to him, and they moved toward each other as though synchronized.
    They kissed. His mouth caressed hers gently, patiently, warming her up. Exquisite foreplay. Guy’s lips were the softest, most delicious she’d ever tasted, and she wanted more. In the bookstore, she’d been taken unawares, but now that they had time, she wanted to savor him the way a gourmet would savor a five-star restaurant meal. One tiny bite at a time.
    As his tongue brushed hers, Blaise’s control broke. She slid her arms around his neck and boldly pursued his tongue with her own, searching the hot interior of his mouth. Her purse fell to the floor, and this time she didn’t care at all if it spilled. His hands moved to the small of her back, pulling her close.
    His cock was hard, prodding her belly, pushing against the fly of his tailored slacks. The sweet spot between her thighs flooded with moisture and quivered, anticipating him. Her nipples were hard, too. Could he feel them through his suit coat, boring against his chest?
    They slowly pulled away, though their lips clung. Light-headed, she sucked air into her lungs, unable to break his gaze.
    He smiled, then turned serious. “I should tell you, I donated blood not long ago. I’m clean, so you have nothing to worry about on that score.”
    “Oh.” The safe sex talk. Though her head was still muzzy, she was grateful he’d raised the subject. “Me, too. I mean, I’m safe, too.” Suddenly, her sense of humor kicked in and she began to laugh. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
    His eyebrows flew up and he paused in unfastening his tie. “You haven’t before?”
    “Not in years. I’ve become very boring.” Inwardly, she grimaced. That’s right, Blaise. Tell him how boring you are. That’ll really turn him on.
    But if her confession troubled him, he didn’t show it. He backed her to the bed as he loosened his tie. A flurry of panic overtook her, and she gestured to the chair where the erotic book lay. “Should we…”
    “No.” His intense gaze sent a shimmer of heat through her. “We won’t need it.”
    Her nerves melted away. No. They didn’t need any more inspiration. If she was any more inspired , she might come before he even laid a finger on her.
    Guy tore off his tie and tossed it on the floor with her purse, as though throwing down the gauntlet. So it was like that. All right. She’d show that she could give as good as she got.
    It’s just a hookup .
    She unbuttoned her multicolored blouse. No silks or satin in her wardrobe, everything needed to be wash and wear. No way could she dress in anything fancy, working with kids. His suit looked expensive. Whatever his profession, he didn’t have to worry about getting messy during the workday. Was he accustomed to being with women who wore designer fashions and expensive perfumes? Her only perfume came from the soap she showered with every day.
    Her blouse fluttered to the floor. Just a hookup . She’d had a few over the years, when the stresses of being a single mother and juggling several jobs had gotten to her. When she’d been able to leave her daughter with someone trustworthy, she’d gone out just to find someone to hold, as the songs went. Someone to help her feel a little less lonely. Short-term