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completely.”
    “Mmm.”
    He sat up and pulled out of her slowly, both of them appreciating the way her body tried to keep his softening cock inside. “Is that why you were panty-less?”
    “Yes. I took them off after I landed, by the way. I wouldn’t fly commando. Kinda unsanitary.”
    “If you had taken my plane, you could have gone naked.” He grabbed tissues from the box of Kleenex on the console, taking care of the condom.
    “The whole private-jet thing is a little out of my comfort zone.” After her initial shock over the decadence of his luxurious lifestyle, Tatiana had made a conscious effort to not dwell on Wyatt’s wealth, a far cry from the blue-collar kid she’d dated in high school and college. It helped that for the most part he treated his hard-earned wealth as a tool. The fine clothes were an image enhancement, acquired with the same level of careless attention he’d once applied to purchasing jeans and T-shirts. Nothing attracts a high roller like the challenge to be the richest dick in the place, he’d cynically told her when she questioned his ordering a slew of suits, the season’s latest, after barely glancing at the catalog his assistant had provided. I have to make them want to beat me. That’s what lures these people in.
    Not that he didn’t actively seek out and enjoy some of his luxuries, particularly the toys. When they were younger, she’d often found dog-eared car magazines lying around his apartment. Sometimes he’d stopped and drooled over this or that gadget. It delighted her that he could now indulge his champagne tastes.
    Even if it did occasionally discombobulate her. The limo and the fancy penthouse, okay. Though she was conservative with her money, she could fathom someone she knew, who was roughly her age, owning those things. A private airplane? That was ludicrous.
    “One day, I’m going to drag you onboard. Fuck you ten thousand feet in the sky.”
    They’d gotten comfortable saying things like that. One day. Someday. Next time. Eventually. Nothing definite, of course, but vague indications of them being together at some point in the distant future.
    Because they were good together. The sex was awesome, no complaints there. They made each other laugh. Conversation rarely faltered, and if it did, their silences were comfortable. They’d both grown up to be fairly independent, so crowding wasn’t much of an issue.
    Yes. It was perfect. She was so happy when she was with him.
    Too happy.
    She shook her head, trying to clear it of the insidious thought. There was no such thing as too happy. “We’ll see.”
    “Fine, fine.” He casually did up his pants.
    She took a deep breath. “Listen. Is it okay if we go to dinner tonight?”
    “Dinner? Out, you mean?”
    She didn’t fault him for his surprise. When they spent a week apart, let alone three, they were desperate to spend the first night in bed.
    “I guess so. Is there someplace in particular you want to go?” Wyatt straightened his tie.
    “I thought Eduardo’s. If that’s okay.”
    He bent to gather her clothes and handed them to her. “Yes, that’s fine.”
    It didn’t matter where they went, but Eduardo’s had a great vegan selection. Tatiana sat up. “The thing is…”
    His phone beeped, and he pulled it out, frowning at the screen. “Esme. She’s stalling the people I’m supposed to be meeting.”
    “Oh.”
    “I’ll let you get out here and I’ll run. I’ll be home by six.”
    That was when she realized the car had stopped. “Are we at the hotel? When did we get here? Oh my God.” She shoved her skirt down and hurriedly put her bra on. “Sal could have opened the door.”
    “Relax. It’s barely been a minute.” Wyatt flicked a piece of lint off his shoulder. “Besides, he knows not to just fling open the door. Guy drives around some of my guests. Do you have any idea what sort of depraved things they get up to? Yeah, no one does.”
    She tried to put herself to rights. Wyatt handed