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“But?”

“But don’t you think it’s reckless? I mean, my face is all over the news. People are looking for me. I can’t just go to one of the largest landmarks in the world all willy-nilly.”

Pleasure lit his eyes, and his hands flexed on her back. The little bud of delight cracked open in her heart. Regardless of where their friendship stood, it meant a lot that he’d gone to the trouble of doing something so thoughtful. And the surge of desire she’d had moments before came back even stronger.

“You’re right. It would be reckless. Perhaps too reckless. Maybe it’s more like hiding in plain sight?”

She scrunched her lips to the side. “I see what you’re getting at. And at such a touristy attraction, we probably won’t draw much attention.”

“Exactly. We’ll need to get some proper clothes. As cute as you are in those jeans, I think you need something fancier.”

She kept her eyes focused on his shirt and let her hands drift down the soft cotton. “Mmm. We definitely need to get rid of these clothes.” She brought her hands to his belt buckle and loosened the leather then worked on the button. His body stiffened and his hands fell to his sides. She lifted her lashes and watched a dark shade of pink creep across his cheeks. His gaze was focused on her ministrations. Easing the zipper down, she worked her hand inside the denim and freed his cock from his briefs.

His hot, hard flesh jutted out between them. She circled her hand around his shaft and tugged in a slow, deliberate motion. His head tilted back, and a deep groan grated from his throat.

“Ah, goddamn.”

Desire pooled in her panties, and frantic need pulsed behind her clitoris. God, she needed him. She pressed her hand against the wall of his abdomen and he took several paces backward until he collapsed on the bed, his hands twitching at his sides, his dick still erect and waiting for attention. She knelt on the mattress and reached for him.

He caught her wrist. “Ah, ah. Your clothes have to go.”

She squinted at him. “You’re still dressed.”

His eyes darkened. “I won’t be for long. Besides, you’re much prettier to look at.”

Pushing off the bed, she grabbed her shirt and pulled it over her head. “I seriously doubt that.” Next, she unbuttoned her pants and pushed them down her legs.

Brock’s hard stare never left her body. She toyed with the lacy waistband of her black panties. He’d seen her naked more times than she could count, but given that it was broad daylight and he was dressed, hesitation locked her fingers.

“I want to see all of you,” he said. His words came out breathless, desperate.

Heat flared across her chest and her nipples hardened. She’d give him what he wanted—what they both wanted. Inch by inch, she slid her panties down her thighs and then stepped out of them. Reaching behind her back, she unhooked her bra and flipped it to the carpet. The cool air of the room danced over her skin, turning her already tight nipples into rock-hard buds.

Brock hissed on an inhale and stretched out his hand. “Come here,” he growled. She grabbed his hand and he tugged her onto the bed at his side.

She squealed with laughter and he grinned, but the heat in his stare continued warming her blood. He roamed his hands up the back of her thigh and stopped on her ass. He toyed with her skin, working his fingers in slow, deliberate circles. Then he brought his fingertips to the V between her cheeks and slipped his fingertip over the wetness of her folds. She jumped out of reach and climbed on top of him.

She was taking control this time.

“Hey, I wasn’t done.”

“Neither was I. Take these off.” She pulled at his jeans and shirt until he lay naked before her like a bronzed, ripped Grecian god. She caught his dick in her hand and lowered her mouth to his cock. One of his hands clamped her shoulder and the other one fisted the bedding at his hip.

“Jesus.”

She smiled and swirled her tongue around the satiny tip then took the length of his shaft into her mouth. The erect muscle throbbed against her lips and Brock’s deep groans urged her on.

His fingertips sunk into her shoulder. “Stop, babe.”

She lifted her head and continued to stroke her palm up and down his hardness. “Why?”

He reached down, caught her arms, and pulled her on top of him. “Because I want this to last.” He settled her legs on either side of him and splayed his hands around her waist. She guided him to her opening and lowered her weight down. He stretched her, and she rocked back and forth until he settled deep inside her.

She let out a moan as she ground against him. Her hands pressed into his chest, holding her upright. He trailed his hands over her butt, hips, and breasts. She watched as Brock’s eyes turned heavy. Each pump of her hips brought a groan from his lips. Pleasure warmed her belly and built at her clitoris.

She arched her back and he clamped his hands on her ass cheeks and lifted his hips to match her thrusts. Her heat spread with each retreat and deep penetration. She curled her fingers against his brawny skin and dropped her head back, surrendering her body to the orgasm mounting in her loins.

He moved his hand around her abdomen and rubbed his thumb over her clit. A burst of ecstasy exploded inside her, and she gushed with each grind of her hips. Her folds pulsed around her release. Brock returned his hold to her hips and jerked inside her.