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of laughing and joking with each other.
    “ Unzip my dress.” Nicole
leaned closer to him so he could reach around her.
    Sebastian kissed her again. He used
everything in his arsenal and made her forget about comfort, so
that all she could think was heat. How it pooled in her stomach and
at her core. She was damn near soaking wet from a kiss.
    Finally, he unzipped her dress, trailing his
fingers down her spine. Nicole was supposed to seduce him but his
touch coaxed her into submission. He lifted the hem of the dress
and pulled it up to her waist. Without a command, she rose to
straddle him. There. Right there, hard and snug against her apex,
is what she wanted. It's what he wanted too, so why in the hell was
Sebastian taking his time? She tugged the hem of the dress from his
grasp and dragged it over her head.
    “ You seem impatient,” he
said.
    “ You're too
patient.”
    He shook his head, gripping her waist and
lifting just the slightest against her core. “I'm letting the lady
go first.”
    “ We're taking turns?” Her
skin heated from the sudden flush.
    His tongue skated across her bottom lip. “No
pressure. I'm easily impressed.”
    “ Easily impressed sounds
like I can do well enough and skate by. And that you won't. This is a
competition, too?” Her heart beat thumped in her ears.
    “ Oh, you have a competitive
streak?” His voice deepened, sounding completely aroused. “This
should be interesting. The moment I said competitive you looked
more turned on than when I touched you.”
    He probably wasn’t exaggerating. In her line
of business you had to be the best of the best. Knowing she could
win, even a contest without a prize—it revved her engine to say the
least. But that would mean taking things slow again. She bit her
lip and weighed her options. Losing wouldn't be losing. She'd get
what she wanted—him for the night. Nicole winced. It would still be
losing.
    He had the nerve to laugh at her pained
expression. It rolled out of him, slick and charming. The kind of a
laugh a man shared with his lover. To pay him back for it, and
because the intimacy hardened her nipples, Nicole ground against
him, her panties obstructing all the pleasure that could be derived
from the action. The sensation sparked a delicious need anyway, so
she did it again. Maybe if they hadn't started kissing down in the
bar or in the hallway, she would have been able to hold out and
give him a run for his money. But she was too tense and tight and
wet to wait any longer.
    “ Let's get more
comfortable,” she murmured, voice husky with desire. She stood,
undressing as she headed to the bed.
    He’d paid a pretty penny for the suite. It
looked more like a chic apartment than a hotel room. There wasn't a
kitchenette, but a kitchen, along with a 'fridge and dining table.
There was more, but all she could focus on was the down comforter
covering the expansive bed. She glanced over her shoulder and his
gaze watched each movement. Far from rail thin, there was plenty
for him to watch as she climbed onto the soft mattress and knelt on
the edge of the bed, facing him.
    Sebastian stood, never letting his gaze leave
hers as he undressed with methodical precision. What could she say
about the sight of him naked? The hard muscles sculpted him into
something that looked hard and unyielding, so unlike his
personality. From head to toe she couldn't question his
masculinity. The weight of the proof that he was all man hung heavy
with need. No, she couldn't wait, not even to win a
competition.
    He marred her view for the time it took to
root around in his wallet, find a condom and slide it on. “Now how
do you want me, Nicole?”
    The question filled her mind with fantasies
she couldn't quite confess out loud, like being dominated in a way
that took the control from her grasp, but still fed the ache
swelling her sex. “On the bed, on your back and assuming the
position.”
    “ No foreplay? That's not
using me to your full advantage.”
    She