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That is the action that undoes him. Sean stands suddenly, taking me with him. “Wrap your legs around me,” he says as he stands and walks across the room.


The spot between my legs is pressed against him as he walks us to the bed. His gaze doesn’t change. The heat in his eyes says that he’ll devour me. I wonder what he’ll do. Sean leans me back on the bed and looks down at me. “Tell me what you want,” he says, climbing onto the bed and laying next to me. His hand strokes my cheek.


“You,” I say breathy, “I want to be with you.”


Sean’s eyes slip over my body after he pushes himself up onto his side. “Tell me when to stop.”


I nod. Apprehension shoots through my veins, but lust is boiling hotter. Sean’s hands are on me and my eyes close. My back arches into his hand, wanting to feel his touch. Sean starts at my neck, his finger slowly drawing a line down the side of my throat, across my collarbone, and between my breasts. The movement is painfully slow, teasing and igniting heat that surges through my body.


Lightly, his finger traces the swell of my breasts and circles back between them, stopping at my navel. Sean’s finger dips in the small indent and continues down, over my dress, and doesn’t stop. I gasp when that light touch reaches the dip between my legs. Sean’s eyes are locked on mine as his finger trails between my thighs.


I can’t look away from his face. I feel trapped, even though I know I can tell him to stop. Sean’s hand returns to my face, and this time when Sean trails it down my neck, his fingers remain on my skin. The violet dress has a low neckline, and Sean dips his finger beneath the luxurious fabric, tracing the swell of my breast with his finger.


I breathe harder, wanting him there, wishing he’d do things to me that I never thought I’d want. My nipples harden and press against the lace bra. An image of Sean’s teeth, gently tugging the sensitive skin flashes in my mind. I gasp and thrust my chest up toward him, but he doesn’t touch me like that. Everything is light, like a snowflake touching skin. His other hand mirrors the movement, tracing the smooth flesh along my neck and down to my breast. By the time he’s finished both sides, I’m writhing on the bed. Every bit of me is hot. I’ve never wanted a man so much. I don’t know what to do. My instincts say to pull his lips to mine, but I can’t.


Instead, I grab hold of his shirt and yank him toward me. I sit up off the bed and strip his shirt, fumbling the buttons one at a time until they come undone. Sean lets me undress him without saying a word. When I have his shirt off, I nearly die. Every inch of him is ripped, like movie-star-omfg-ripped. The tanned skin is smooth and taut. Muscles rise and fall in perfection. Sean’s body is Greek God material. I stare and reach for him, but Sean’s hand darts out and he takes my wrist, stopping me.


Shaking his head, he says, “No touching.”


Disappointment floods through me and I feel my bottom lip go into a full pout before I realize what I’m doing. “But, why?”


Sean smiles wickedly and leans toward me. His eyes fixate on my mouth. “Pull that lip back in right now or I swear to God, I’ll kiss you so hard that you come.”


His words shock me. My lip returns to its normal position, but the place between my legs throbs at his suggestion. My eyes lock with his and I feel the surprised, hopeful look fill my face. Heart racing hard, I say, “Can you really do that?”


My only answer is a wicked grin. Before I can say anything else, Sean sits me up. His hands reach for my sides and he starts to slowly unzip the dress. The way he watches me makes me feel excited and uneasy at the same time. I’m perfectly still, trying not to react. Even though I said no kisses, I can’t stop looking at his mouth. Images flash through my mind of a kiss that could make me come.


Sean must see it on my face, because he smiles at me. “Just ask, Miss Smith.”


I grin at him in return, as his hand slips inside the dress, feeling the smooth curve of my waist. “Don’t hold your breath, Mr. Jones.”


Mirth flashes in his eyes, and my dress disappears. I’m lying on the bed, propped up on my elbows in nothing but my lingerie. Sean is kneeling on the bed next to me. He drinks in my body like he can’t get enough. First his eyes sear across my breasts, and then dip down to my waist, before his gaze lingers on my panties. I try to be calm and confident, the way Miss Black told me to behave, but I can’t.


I smile at him shyly and look away. Something inside me wants to cover my body so he can’t see me. Sean’s finger resumes its slow tracing. When the pad of his index finger slips over my nipple, I can’t stand it anymore. I grab him by the wrist. “If you don’t touch me, and I mean take me in your arms and press your hands over every inch of my body, I’m going to scream.”


Sean grins at me. He leans in close—his lips are next to my ear—and answers, “Will you scream my name, because I’d like to hear that.” Before I can answer, Sean presses his lips to my throat, takes me in his arms, and lays me back on the bed. Sean’s body is on top of mine. I feel his hard length pressing against me.


That hard body is all mine. My fingers rake down his back as he kisses my neck. The edges of my vision flicker. When I close my eyes, white bursts of light appear. The throbbing between my legs connects to every kiss. Slowly, my legs part and I want him there.


That’s when the night goes to hell. In a matter of moments, everything goes from complete ecstasy to complete crap. I hear a high pitched chirping sound coming from across the room. Sean looks up at the same time I do. Neither of us recognizes the sound.


Sean asks, “Is that your cell?”


Shaking my head, I answer, “No. My phone doesn’t make that noise.” And I have no idea what does.


Sean stands and leaves me lying on the bed. I turn on my side as he walks toward the windows, toward the noise. He presses his hands against the glass and looks down. “Fuck.”


CHAPTER 3


“What is it?”


Before he can answer there is a knock at the door. Sean turns in time to see the door open, and drops the black box back into my purse.


Miss Black stands flanked between two large men. They’re dresses like hotel patrons in expensive suits, like they might have come to the hotel for a business dinner. They must be the kickass ninjas that Mel mentioned.


Miss Black steps into the room. I take the bedspread in my hands and cover myself. “Mr. Ferro, I believe you’re in violation of your contract.” She doesn’t even look at me when she steps across the threshold. “Get dressed Miss Stanz. You’re leaving.”


I don’t understand what’s happening. When I don’t move, Miss Black waives a hand at one of the large bald men flanking her. The one with dark skin and inky eyes steps toward me. He picks up my dress from the floor and hands it to me. “Dress yourself, Miss Stanz, or I’ll have him do it for you.”


Sean leans against the ledge of the window frame with his arms folded over his chest. He looks pissed. “Mind telling me which rule was violated?”


“You know very well which rule, Mr. Ferro.” Miss Black looks down at her dress, like she’s looking for a piece of lint. She smooths the skirt and glances at me as I pull my dress over my head. I have no idea what she’s thinking, or what we did, but here she is.


“Humor me,” Sean replies. The look in his eye says he’s not happy. The muscle in his jaw works, while he waits.


Black looks him over, with her little brow pinched. “Very well. You took our property off premises. We don’t do three strikes here, Mr. Ferro. You were careless and you know, as well as I do, what happens to careless clients in this business.”


Sean walks toward her slowly, “I am well aware, however, the violation was an oversight. Miss Stanz followed me outside.”


“Why would you do that?” Miss Black’s gaze slips from Sean’s to mine. I stare at her, heart racing, knowing that I’m going to be busted. Sean can get another virgin to screw, and I’ll get kicked to the curb.


I open my mouth to confess, but Sean cuts me off. “Because I asked her to.”


“Mr. Ferro, rules are set in stone. We cannot have clients disregarding them. The rules aren’t guidelines, they are mandatory. I’m afraid that you’ll need to seek your needs elsewhere.” Miss Black snaps her fingers at me. “Come, Miss Stanz.” Miss Black turns on her heel and walks through the door. I glance helplessly at Sean. He inclines his head slightly, telling me to go. I grab my purse and follow Miss Black out. The two large men are behind me.


Miss Black’s long strides are quick. I hurry to keep up. “What happened?” I ask as the elevator doors close. We’re alone.


She sighs, like she’s annoyed. “He really told you to go outside?” I nod, sticking to the story. “She presses her manicured fingers to her temple. “Men like that are nothing but trouble, always pushing the limits to see how much they can get away with. I’m sorry for putting your through that, Avery. It won’t happen again.”


“I don’t understand how you knew. We didn’t go very far. And what was that beeping sound?”


“There’s a transmitter in your bracelet.” She glances at my wrist. “I already told you that. We know exactly where you are. Where is it?”


“I put it on my ankle.” I point and it’s still there. “It didn’t fit around my wrist.”


Miss Black acts like I’m a first grader. “Wrist, Avery—it has to be on your wrist. I’ll have it resized.” She shakes her head like I’m an idiot.


“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”


“Well, you wouldn’t. You just started. The beeping noise was a pager we put in your purse.” She takes my bag and opens it, taking out a little black box. “It goes off when we are outside the building. That only happens if a client violates their contract. It lets you know that we’re coming. I don’t normally show up at all, but with you being new, I didn’t think you’d leave willingly with the security personnel.”

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