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much I want you?"
She wriggled against him, her unexpected response thrilling him and almost sending him tumbling over the edge. "I've got a pretty good idea," she said.
He groaned into her hair. "Vicious flirt," he murmured.
The elevator stopped at the sixth floor, and Paris straightened up, placing a safe strip of air between them, as a gray-haired woman stepped on and punched the button for the thirty-second floor. She smiled at Devin and Paris, then turned to face the closed elevator doors.
Devin moved closer behind Paris , clasping her around the waist to keep her from pulling away. He peered at their companion. She seemed unconcerned.
When he felt Paris relax in his arms, Devin conjured a fake cough, and, with cough and motion working together, managed to maneuver Paris 's zipper down to her waist without their elevator guest noticing. Paris stiffened but didn't say a word.
Devin laid the palm of his hand against her bare back, fearful that Paris would step away. He'd never done anything this bold, but he felt compelled. Desire controlled him. He felt a hunger to know her completely, body, mind, soul. And a need to be the man she wanted, the type of man who was confident enough to seduce a beautiful woman in an elevator.
For her, he could be that man.
Paris held her back rigid and faced forward like a soldier. But she didn't try to move away, and Devin let his fingers glide up and down the path left by her zipper. She shivered, then leaned back into him, her sigh almost inaudible.
Trailing his fingers up her back, Devin kept his eyes on the gray-haired lady, ready to drop his mission if need be, but still tantalized by the prospect of discovery. He felt the pattern of Paris 's spine, traced the gentle curve of her shoulder blade, and found the soft skin under her arm. Her body rose and fell as her breathing became more labored. She was forcing herself to stay in control. He knew, because so was he.
With slow, easy strokes, he caressed her side, up and down under her arm, delighting in her soft skin under his fingers. With each upward stroke, he moved his fingers closer to her front. Paris leaned back, the soft grinding movement of her hips against his groin making him harder than he'd ever been.
When his index finger stroked the soft flesh of her breast, his efforts were rewarded with a small spasm. Was she going crazy? He knew he'd go mad if they didn't soon reach her room.
The elevator stopped at thirty-two, and their impromptu chaperone stepped off. As soon as the elevator doors closed, Paris spun around in his arms, her face flushed.
"Kiss me."
It was an order Devin wouldn't dream of ignoring, and he lost himself in the kiss for the next three floors, lost to everything except the throbbing of his own body and the delicious ambrosia of her mouth under his own.
When they reached Paris 's floor, Devin felt a twinge of regret that this woman he was seducing, that was seducing him right back, had absolutely no idea of his name. He started to tell her, then stopped. What was the point? He was from his world, and she was from hers, and never the twain shall meet. She didn't want a Devin O'Malley. Wasn't that obvious? After all, she'd never pressed him for his real name.
Paris wanted Alexander, and Devin had no idea how to change that, how to make her see that he could be everything she wanted.
She wanted Montgomery Alexander, and fortunately for Devin, tonight that's who he was. He wanted tonight with her.
Tomorrow was soon enough to figure out how to get the money, keep Paris and still be Devin O'Malley.
----
Chapter 4
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" T his is it." Paris indicated her hotel room door with a wave of her hand. She tried to keep her voice normal, casual, but she doubted she succeeded.
Alexander nodded. "So it is."
He stood only inches away, not touching her, but close enough to tease her with the possibility of contact. Part of her wanted him to touch her again, like he had in the elevator, but if he did
She wriggled against him, her unexpected response thrilling him and almost sending him tumbling over the edge. "I've got a pretty good idea," she said.
He groaned into her hair. "Vicious flirt," he murmured.
The elevator stopped at the sixth floor, and Paris straightened up, placing a safe strip of air between them, as a gray-haired woman stepped on and punched the button for the thirty-second floor. She smiled at Devin and Paris, then turned to face the closed elevator doors.
Devin moved closer behind Paris , clasping her around the waist to keep her from pulling away. He peered at their companion. She seemed unconcerned.
When he felt Paris relax in his arms, Devin conjured a fake cough, and, with cough and motion working together, managed to maneuver Paris 's zipper down to her waist without their elevator guest noticing. Paris stiffened but didn't say a word.
Devin laid the palm of his hand against her bare back, fearful that Paris would step away. He'd never done anything this bold, but he felt compelled. Desire controlled him. He felt a hunger to know her completely, body, mind, soul. And a need to be the man she wanted, the type of man who was confident enough to seduce a beautiful woman in an elevator.
For her, he could be that man.
Paris held her back rigid and faced forward like a soldier. But she didn't try to move away, and Devin let his fingers glide up and down the path left by her zipper. She shivered, then leaned back into him, her sigh almost inaudible.
Trailing his fingers up her back, Devin kept his eyes on the gray-haired lady, ready to drop his mission if need be, but still tantalized by the prospect of discovery. He felt the pattern of Paris 's spine, traced the gentle curve of her shoulder blade, and found the soft skin under her arm. Her body rose and fell as her breathing became more labored. She was forcing herself to stay in control. He knew, because so was he.
With slow, easy strokes, he caressed her side, up and down under her arm, delighting in her soft skin under his fingers. With each upward stroke, he moved his fingers closer to her front. Paris leaned back, the soft grinding movement of her hips against his groin making him harder than he'd ever been.
When his index finger stroked the soft flesh of her breast, his efforts were rewarded with a small spasm. Was she going crazy? He knew he'd go mad if they didn't soon reach her room.
The elevator stopped at thirty-two, and their impromptu chaperone stepped off. As soon as the elevator doors closed, Paris spun around in his arms, her face flushed.
"Kiss me."
It was an order Devin wouldn't dream of ignoring, and he lost himself in the kiss for the next three floors, lost to everything except the throbbing of his own body and the delicious ambrosia of her mouth under his own.
When they reached Paris 's floor, Devin felt a twinge of regret that this woman he was seducing, that was seducing him right back, had absolutely no idea of his name. He started to tell her, then stopped. What was the point? He was from his world, and she was from hers, and never the twain shall meet. She didn't want a Devin O'Malley. Wasn't that obvious? After all, she'd never pressed him for his real name.
Paris wanted Alexander, and Devin had no idea how to change that, how to make her see that he could be everything she wanted.
She wanted Montgomery Alexander, and fortunately for Devin, tonight that's who he was. He wanted tonight with her.
Tomorrow was soon enough to figure out how to get the money, keep Paris and still be Devin O'Malley.
----
Chapter 4
« ^ »
" T his is it." Paris indicated her hotel room door with a wave of her hand. She tried to keep her voice normal, casual, but she doubted she succeeded.
Alexander nodded. "So it is."
He stood only inches away, not touching her, but close enough to tease her with the possibility of contact. Part of her wanted him to touch her again, like he had in the elevator, but if he did
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