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it goes any further. The last thing I want is to be
the horny old woman and the world’s biggest fool.
    “Don’t put yourself out,” I mutter.
    “I didn’t mean—”
    The elevator sounds a chime for each floor we pass as if
marking the progress of our battle. Why can’t I push the button for my floor?
Too late. We just passed it.
    I withdraw my hand from his grip and hold it up. “Carlos,
please. It’s time to cut the bull. I’m really tired of the fantasy and the
showmanship. I don’t know what’s real and what’s fake anymore.”
    “Let me make it clear for you.” His mouth approaches my ear
and he whispers, “The only thing I want to do right now is take you to my room
and fuck you.”
    I grip the wall behind me for support as every blood cell in
my body pools in my belly.
    Not make out. Not fool around. Fuck .
    The four-letter word shoots straight to my core faster than
a high-powered rocket, vaporizing my doubts. It doesn’t even matter whether we
do it or not. The fact that he wants to do it with me is enough.
    The elevator stops.
    He glances up at the indicator panel. “This is my floor.”
    Before the doors can open, I hold my finger on the Close
Door button to keep them closed. “I’m really confused. Last night you seemed to
want me. Earlier today, you acted as if I had the plague. I don’t know what to
believe.”
    His gaze drops to the floor. “Despite what I do for a
living, I’m actually shy around girls I really like. And I’m not supposed to
tell you this but—”
    I slap the wall. “What? Enough fantasy. Give me the
facts—all of them.”
    His dark gaze lifts to mine. “You didn’t win me by chance. I
chose you. The raffle was fixed.”
    I chose you.
    He looks and sounds so serious and honest, how can I not be
completely convinced? His words echo inside my head as he grips both sides of
my face and lowers his mouth to mine in slow motion. The thrill bubbles return
to my bloodstream as if the elevator cable has just snapped, dropping us to the
basement.
    Unlike last night’s, this kiss is slow and full of promise.
He samples my mouth as if we have all the time in the world. A flash of
mint-flavored tongue pierces my soul, tearing a moan from my throat. With one
hand still on the button, I raise my other to his shoulder. Feeling the bare, hot
skin there fuels my desire, pushing me dangerously close to the edge of
self-control.
    “Do you want this as much as I do, Janice?”
    God, yes. I need more…all of you.
    I reply by sliding my hand across the tiger-striped fabric
over his back. The warm satin, with muscles moving under it, is just as sexy as
bare skin. His hips dance against mine—rubbing, thrusting and teasing. My
fingers move to the worn waistband of his jeans at his side, wanting to pull
them off. Between my legs, my swollen clit throbs, needing him as I’ve never
needed anything before.
    When he pulls my finger off the Close Door button, the door
opens to reveal an annoyed-looking family of five waiting to get on. The
parents, obviously noticing Carlos’ wild vest and our heavy breathing, exchange
a disgusted look.
    Carlos takes my hand and leads me off the elevator. My heart
races as we walk down the corridor. Luckily the carpet absorbs the trembling in
my legs so I don’t make a sound.
    He stops at one of the doors. I fixate on the way he slides
his keycard from his back pocket and inserts it into the door reader. It’s
something I’ve done myself a million times without thinking, but this is
different. This is foreplay.
    The door responds with a little click and a flashing green
light. I guess we just got the green light for wild, hot sex. My heart
accelerates even more. If it goes any faster, he’ll have to call a paramedic. I
can read the headline now.
    Boring financial analyst dies from anticipating sex with
a hot cover model.
    I check my watch. Fifteen minutes have passed.
    “We still have plenty of time.” He ushers me inside and
closes the door behind