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Landon tucked her hair behind her ear, then skimmed his hand down the side of her neck to the diamond choker. He walked his fingers around to the back, and as she tipped her head to the side, he undid the clasp by feel. The clasp even had little fake diamonds embedded in it.

Colette lifted her wrist, starting to work off the bracelet with her other hand. Landon set aside the necklace—and bent to help her.

“It’s an antique,” she cautioned.

There was no clasp, though for a moment he thought the overlapping ends of the bracelet, each worked with a spiral of thinner gold, had some sort of release mechanism.

Realizing he couldn’t actually help with the bracelet, he settled for stroking her forearms as she carefully slid the piece of jewelry off before stretching to set it by the diamond necklace on the small bedside locker. There were dark marks on the inside of the bracelet.

Landon gripped Colette’s spread thighs, thumbs sweeping along the soft inner curves.

“If this is too fast, we don’t have to have sex,” he said.

“It is fast, but I want you. I know it sounds like a lie, but I’ve never felt this so quickly before.”

“I understand, because it’s the same for me.” He smiled. “Chemistry.”

“Chemistry,” she agreed.

Landon could tip her onto her back, unzip his pants, and fuck her right now. They’d both enjoy it.

But then it would be over too fast.

Instead Landon sat beside her and lifted Colette onto his lap so she was straddling his thighs.

He tugged her down for another kiss, this time easing the dress off her shoulders so it pooled at her elbows, pinning her arms to her sides.

She had on a smooth black bra that lifted the pale mounds of her breasts.

“May I?” he asked.

“Oh please do, Detective Inspector.”

“I shouldn’t be glad that the museum was robbed, but if it hadn’t been, I wouldn’t be in a position to explore these lovely breasts.”

Something flashed in Colette’s eyes. “Don’t talk about the robbery.”

He arched a brow. “Mood killer?”

“Something like that.”

“I can fix that.” Landon swiped his tongue over her breast, following the edge of the bra cup.

Colette sighed, sinking down so her ass and thighs rested on his legs. Landon ran one hand up her thigh, pushing her skirt up.

“I’m clean,” he said. “I get tested regularly.”

At that her eyes opened, and the hazy look of desire disappeared.

Fuck. Mentioning STD testing wasn’t sexy, but it was necessary.

“I haven’t been with anyone in a while,” she said softly, before easing off his lap.

Landon braced his fists on the mattress to keep from grabbing her.

“I’ll be right back,” she said, pointing to the toilet.

He relaxed a little, nodding. Colette slipped around the corner.