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backs me up against a wall, pins my arms above my head, and he just looks at me.
    His gaze runs down the back of my arms, and his lips part as he sweeps his eyes over my armpit, along the line of my shoulders, inward toward my chest.
    He brings his lips close to my ear, whispers, “I want you right fucking now.”
    I grip onto his fingers tight, and his hot breath on my earlobe stirs up something inside of me. I can smell him now that he’s so close to me, really him , beneath the cologne, and I love it.
    His body is tense, hard, and I can feel the electricity in his every breath. He takes my earlobe into his mouth, bites it gently with his teeth, and then he smells my neck before laying a smoldering trail of kisses all the way to my shoulder, leaving me quivering.
    “God, you look sexy with your hair like this. What do you call it?”
    “It’s just a braided bun,” I tell him. “Don’t you know anything?”
    “I know how to make you feel good.”
    “That’s just biology.”
    “I love it when I can see your neck, Dee.” He traces a finger from my ear to my collar bone, then runs along it to the middle. “And here,” he says. “I love it when I can see you here.”
    He meets my eyes, and I see that familiar demon in his. He takes my hand, holds it against his thigh, and I gasp when I feel him, hard as a steel bar, straining against his suit pants.
    “Just like that,” he tells me. “Just one smell, just one touch.”
    I hold onto him, rub him slowly, draw a tortured look of lust from him. “Just one man with a one-track mind,” I whisper.
    “No,” he tells me. He takes my face in his huge hand, and I feel the heat in his palms, press my cheek into it. “Only you do this to me.”
    After a moment I ask him, “You going to kiss me or what?”
    He smirks. “Do I really have to?”
    “You assho—”
    He kisses me, crushes his lips against mine, brings me up to the tips of my toes. I wrap my arms around him, heart thumping wildly in my chest as I feel his desire for me in the fervor of his kisses.
    I run my hands through his hair, hold onto him, press myself against his body, as if suddenly a crack in the dam has burst. I’m as desperate for him as he is for me.
    He gropes me hungrily, and I pull at his hair, and our bodies are touching all the way up and down, and I’m melting in his arms, falling into him…
    “Not here,” I whisper, breaking the kiss. “We’re still too close.”
    We look around, then start walking down the hallway again. As if on cue a staff member of the hotel walks past us the other way, his eyes lingering on Duncan’s crotch for a moment, a look of embarrassment stretching out his face.
    I lean forward, and when I see Duncan’s tented pants I cover my mouth and laugh.
    “You look ridiculous.”
    “It’s your fault.”
    “We are we going, anyway?”
    He points up at some signage as we walk. I read it: Indoor swimming pool .
    “Swimming?” I ask. “In what?”
    “Use your imagination.”
    “In our underwear?”
    “If you want.”
    “But I’m not wearing a bra.”
    He smirks at me. “Neither am I.”
    I slap his shoulder.
    “Come on, Dee. Live a little.”
    We arrive at the pool, open the glass door, and find it completely empty. It’s a heated pool, it steams, and the lighting is dim, and the pool casts shards of wavy light against the walls.
    Duncan closes the door behind us, and I hear the click of a lock. He opens a digital keypad flap, touches a button, and the glass door turns opaque instantly.
    “How did you know it would do that?”
    “You mean because I’m just some dumb fighter?” he asks, taking me into his arms and pulling me against him.
    “You are a fighter,” I tell him. “And sometimes, you can be dumb.”
    “The button said ‘privacy’. I took a chance.”
    “How brave of you.”
    I grin, pull away from him, walk up the side of the pool. It’s small, meant for private parties.
    I walk to a storage cupboard sitting flush almost