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agreed.
“It’s something kids would do, if they were bored and looking for
trouble.”
    “Yeah,” he said in a disbelieving tone as
they entered the elevator.
    “You’re so cynical.” Val grinned. She fought
the urge to give him something else to think about. She’d like
nothing better than to kiss the firm line of his mouth until it
softened with desire. “Did you see anything suspicious
outside?”
    His serious gaze met, and held hers as he
shook his head. “I’ll feel better once we’re back in your
place.”
    The bell went off; indicating they’d reached
her floor. They got all the way to Val’s door before it dawned on
her that she didn’t have the key. However, it didn’t surprise her
when Chaz reached inside his front pocket and withdrew one. She
already knew the man was very proficient.
    At everything he did.

Chapter 7
     
     
    Chaz closed the door behind them and made
sure it was locked. He hadn’t found anything suspicious, but he
wasn’t ready to buy that some kid had pulled the fire alarm either.
He didn’t believe in coincidences, and he always trusted his gut.
Right now his gut was warning him not to let his guard down. He
wasn’t sure if it was the result to any threat toward Val, or if he
was the one in jeopardy, because the lady was definitely dangerous
to his peace of mind and his libido.
    When he turned around, his gaze
automatically fell on Val’s sexy backside as she walked at a casual
pace down the hallway. He almost whistled his appreciation, but
stopped himself. Was she putting that little extra sway in her hips
on his account? He slipped the key back into his pocket and headed
toward the sofa.
    “I hope your bed is comfortable,” she said
over her shoulder.
    His gaze landed on the glimmering satin
sheets that were in a color he could only describe as Pepto-Bismol
pink. He’d yet to find a couch that could accommodate his frame,
and with the satin sheets he’d nearly slipped off onto the floor
twice, the night before.
    “Very,” he lied.
    She kicked off her sandals and then
surprised him by pulling off her tee-shirt and letting it drift to
the floor. His gaze narrowed on the graceful curve of her flawless
back, where it tapered at her waist. Is this an invitation? She had just about reached her bedroom doorway. “Need any help
getting out of those jeans?”
    Val paused in the threshold and turned her
head to make eye contact. “I’ve never needed help getting out of my
clothes. But I do have an itch you can help me with, that I can’t
reach.” She disappeared into her room.
    A slow smile spread across Chaz’s face. He’d
never fully recovered from that kiss they’d shared outside, and her
enticing invitation sent his libido into overdrive. He kicked off
his boots and reached for his shirt, pulling it over his head. He
was halfway to her room when a wicked thought had him pivoting to
the kitchen for an ice cube. He walked into her bedroom and nearly
had heart failure.
    That’s what I like about Val, she knows
what she wants and isn’t afraid to ask for it. She’d removed
her jeans, and was leaning over the bed with her shapely bottom
thrust up in the air. Resting her chin on the palm of her hand, the
look of desire on her face caused as strong a response in his body
as any aphrodisiac. The breath hissed through his teeth at the
unexpected effect. Not because she made him hot, but from the speed
at which lust had hijacked his senses.
    He pulled a couple of condoms out of his
pocket before reaching for the snap to his jeans. The lazy look in
her eyes followed his hand as he lowered his zipper slowly over his
bulging cock. He liked the way Val’s gaze moved over him in a
visual caress, adding fuel to the fire. As he slipped his jeans
downward his cock sprang free, already standing at half-mast and
glistening at the tip.
    Returning her sensual smile, Chaz walked to
her. When she made a move to get up he put a hand against her lower
back, letting her know without words