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When her body stops spasming, I tug on her hips and she tumbles into the seat, her cheeks so pink, her eyes so glazed with lust, all I can do is grin. “Hey,” I say. Jesus, I’m so crazy about her, yet she still doesn’t want me to know it’s her. Obviously, this is just a game to her, nothing more. What the fuck am I supposed to do about that?
“Hey,” she whispers back.
I clear my throat and work to get my shit together. “Enjoy the scenery?”
“Yeah. You?”
“Beautiful,” I say.
She blinks slowly and says, “Sean.”
I brush her hair back. “Yeah, Kitten?”
She opens her mouth and closes it again, and for a minute I think she’s going to confess. But instead she gives me a mischievous grin and points toward the still-open moon roof. “You don’t want to miss the view of the park.”
My cock throbs in my pants as I stand, and when I feel her hands on my body, I know I’m so fucked. So completely fucked.
Chapter Seven
Kennedy
Exhaustion overtakes me as I stare at the amazing, dirty-talking, sexy-as-all-get-out man seated in the limo beside me. After an eventful night of schmoozing his client, having sex in the limo, and watching my favorite band, it’s nearing two in the morning, and all I want to do is fall into bed—with Sean.
At this point I get that he knows who I am but isn’t saying anything about it. I can’t help feeling a bit torn by it now. What if we could have a future after London? Then again, I’m guessing he’s not saying anything because this is a fantasy weekend, and why bring reality in sooner then we need to. I guess if he wants to keep playing this sexy game, he expects me to as well.
I yawn, and he laughs. “Am I boring you?”
I grin. “Far from it. It’s been one amazing night.”
“Yeah, and don’t think for one minute that it’s over.”
I smile and shift closer to him. We are quiet for a long time, lost in our thoughts. “Do you think you’re going to get Cochrane’s account?”
“Yeah, I think so.” His eyes soften, and there is a new tenderness about him when he says, “Thank you. I owe you.”
My heart squeezes. Why did I have to go and fall for him? I give myself a mental shake. Seriously? How can I even ask myself such a stupid question? I’ve been in love with the guy for freaking years. I fell a long, long time ago. “Do you head back to the states tomorrow?”
“Yeah.”
“Where is home for you?” I ask.
“New York.” His eyes move over mine as he softly rubs his thumb over my hand. I swallow at the intimate way he’s touching me. Good God, no man has ever looked at me like that before. It makes me wonder if there could be more between us. But even if we both wanted more, we couldn’t have a relationship. His life and work is in New York, and mine is in Chicago.
“Oh, and Sean, you don’t owe me anything. I was happy to help you out with Cochrane.”
He scrubs his jaw and goes quiet. Too quiet. Minutes tick by as something troubled flashes in his eyes. He pinches the bridge of his nose like he’s fighting an internal war. Then something seems to come over him, and the old, take-charge Sean slips back in place. “Yeah, well, you still owe me.”
My body fires at the lust I hear in his voice. “Oh.”
“Are you forgetting what you still haven’t done for me?”
“I thought wearing the LUNA Beads covered that.”
“Not by a fucking long shot.”
The limo pulls up in front of the hotel, and we both climb out. Sean tugs at his tie, and the move is so sexy my legs wobble. “My place or yours,” he asks, the muscles along his jaw rippling as he clenches down.
“Yours,” I say, knowing it will make my escape easier.
