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rubbed up and down his thigh. “You can do it yourself, and I want to see you do it yourself, because what I ’ m going to give you later on, there ’ s no one else in the world who can do that for you. Not you. Not another man. Just me.”
    Her arms ached from being held up for so long, her heart pounded against her chest like a jackhammer, and if she could form words she would have yelled for him to yank down her yoga pants and touch her wet folds before she combusted. But she didn ’ t. The sensation building inside her was too intense, too strong for her to do anything but be slavishly devoted to its growth.
    “That ’ s it,” he whispered against her flushed skin. “Ride my leg right here in the hallway where anyone can see. You want to come so bad you don ’ t even care, do you? ”
    She didn ’ t. The other people. The rest of the world. None of it mattered right now. She moaned and quickened her pace, the thrumming in her core building in strength.
    “Fuck, listening to you is making me so hard.” He pinched her nipple through her cotton tank top, rolling the tight bud between his fingers with enough pressure to make her legs quake. “Naughty girl, you like getting off in public.” He pressed his thigh more firmly against her clit, rubbing it back and forth as she circled her hips. “The elevator just lit up. Someone ’ s coming. The question is, will you before they get here?”
    It was too much. His words. The vibrations making her body pulse. The fact that she was fully dressed in a hotel hallway with her arms pinned above her head while she rode Dodge ’ s thigh already so close to orgasm that her toes had curled.
    “You better hurry or someone ’ s gonna get a show.” He pulled her nipple taut and gave her earlobe a quick bite. “Now.”
    She came apart. Her back arched, and her entire body stiffened as jolt after jolt of pleasure zapped through her like she ’ d grabbed hold of a live wire with both hands. The rest of the world melted away, leaving only them. Eyes closed, she dropped her head to his shoulder and tried to catch her breath. Holy hell, it was going to take a minute to come back to reality from that.
    The elevator dinged. Harper ’ s breath caught. Fuck. She thought he ’ d been bullshitting about the elevator, feeding a fantasy she didn ’ t even realize she had.
    “Dodge,” she squeaked out.
    He released her wrists and slid his leg out from between hers. Her arms collapsed to her sides, and it took nearly everything she had to stay perpendicular to the floor instead of sliding down the door, thanks to her jellified legs. She couldn ’ t believe she’d done that. Out here. In the hall. With him. Anyone could have seen. Looked like New Harper and Old Harper needed to have a talk, because the last thing she needed was to get involved with a man who handed out marching orders with absolute authority.
    “Really, I never. First the reporters and now this,” a woman muttered.
    Dodge turned his body so he stood between her and her grouchy neighbor and glanced over his shoulder. “ Evening, Mrs. Vander. ”
    Taking advantage of his distraction, Harper did the first smart thing since agreeing to share her chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream in exchange for whipped cream. She opened her room door, slipped inside, and shut it firmly behind her. Afraid if she tried to move any farther that her legs would give out, she rested her forehead against the closed door.
    His chuckle reverberated through the thick oak door. “I never pegged you for a chicken, Harper.”
    Heat burned her cheeks. “I ’ m not a chicken. I ’ m the queen of Irish good-byes.” Slipping away unnoticed from political functions had been one of her greatest talents in her former life.
    “Sweet dreams then, my liege.”
    Harper peeked through the peephole in time to see Dodge retreating down the hall. Sweet dreams? She doubted any of her dreams would be of the sweet variety. Hot and steamy enough to melt