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over and turn around to get
the full affect? Would he want to fuck me too?
    What the hell was wrong with me? I wasn’t
exactly a prude, but this exhibitionist streak scared me. So why
didn’t I stop Ian?
    Instead, I jerked my skirt up a bit more and
eased my thighs further apart. He pressed two fingers inside. With
easy strokes, he teased me until I was on the edge. Under the
passing headlights, his expression dared me to stop him, to stop
myself from coming. I knew I wouldn’t be able to stay silent if I
did let go.
    Why was I playing this dangerous game? I was
forty-three, old enough to know better. Was I so lonely that I’d
let a man I’d met only a couple of hours ago play with my pussy
while we were in a taxi? Did I miss sex so much that I relished a
stranger’s thumb on my clit?
    My internal muscles squeezed his fingers. I
couldn’t last much longer. I dug my nails into the cab’s upholstery
in a desperate attempt to cling to whatever shreds of self-control
I had left.
    At the small wordless sound I made, Ian
withdrew his hand and smoothed my skirt into place. The problem was
I couldn’t be sure if I had tried to protest or encourage him.
    Before I could think too much about my
behavior, the taxi pulled under the covered portico of the hotel.
Ian helped me from the backseat, then paid the driver.
    I fished in my purse for my voucher.
    Ian’s hand closed over mine. “Save it. We
don’t need two rooms.”
    My body shivered under his touch. I
understood what he meant, but I hadn’t wanted to make any
assumptions despite our encounter at the airport. Or the taxi. At
the naked lust in his eyes, I shoved the voucher back into my
purse.
    The clerk said they didn’t have any regular
rooms with king-sized beds available, but between the voucher and
his membership in the hotel’s frequent guest program, Ian
sweet-talked her into upgrading the room to a suite.
    In less than five minutes, we stood in the
elevator as it carried us to the top floor. As much as I wanted to
touch him, wanted his hands on my body again, I was very aware of
the security camera mounted in the corner of the car. The last
thing I needed was a video of me doing naughty things uploaded to
some amateur porn site.
    That train of thought led me to questioning
my own sanity. I’d turned an idle fantasy into reality. It wasn’t
like me. Yet, I’d talked myself into breaking out of the rut I had
been in for years.
    I glanced up at him. For some strange reason,
I trusted him. He could have been feeding me a line about raising
two kids by himself, but the way he’d treated everyone from the
airline concierge to the young hotel clerk said he was a decent
man.
    He had a wry smile on his face, a one-eighty
from his self-assured manner through the evening.
    “If you’re having second thoughts—” I
started. I really didn’t want to hear that he did, but it was
better to know now.
    “What?” His smile faded. “No, are you?”
    “No, it’s just that, well, you had an odd
look on your face.” My cheeks warmed as I fumbled with the
words.
    He chuckled. “Actually, I’m feeling guilty.
Like I’m in high school again and sneaking a girl up to my room.”
He bent over until his lips were so close to my ear that his warm
breath caressed my skin. “But then I picture the things I want to
do to you, and I don’t feel like a high school kid at all.”
    Liquid coated my inner thighs at his words.
My breasts strained against the lace of my bra. I felt like I would
shatter if I took a breath.
    The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open.
His hand rested on the small of my back again as we walked down the
hall, but this time, I didn’t feel the least bit protected. His
touch encouraged me to throw the rest of my inhibitions to the
wind.
    Ian unlocked the door and ushered me inside.
I flipped on the overhead light to reveal a well-appointed living
room with a tiny kitchenette tucked in the corner.
    He took my bag and set it and his on the desk
to his