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“She won’t even know.”

His lover was standing before Lucian could get another word in edgewise.

Chapter Twenty-Three

The moment the elevator doors opened, Lucian was pushing Jordyn inside the small space.

Jordyn had teased and touched him with her soft hands and sweet mouth all the way back to the hotel. Whispered words in his ear sent desire spiking. Lucian was as hard as a steel rod under his tuxedo pants and it was becoming downright fucking painful.

He was going to find the best relief between the heavens of her thighs.

Lucian backed Jordyn into the corner of the empty elevator, his lips meeting hers punishingly. All over again, he wanted to leave his marks on her body and feel her on his for days afterwards. Being apart, even if it was only for a couple of weeks, had led him into a slow insanity of want. Her tongue slipped into the heat of his mouth, exploding his taste buds with her flavor and causing his cock to grow harder still.

The shower and palm sessions just weren’t getting it done. Lucian needed this.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you so badly,” Lucian muttered against Jordyn’s mouth. “Taste you coming all over my tongue. Mio Dio, I’ve missed this.”

Jordyn gasped a breathy laugh as his teeth and lips attacked her neck. “Not in here, Lucian.”

“Why not? Let’s give the cameras a show, sweetheart.”

Lucian took the silent glimmer of heated desire in her eyes as her consent. Driving the satiny skirt of her gown upwards, he reveled in the smoothness of her thighs to his palms. With her dress above her knees in his grasp, Jordyn squeaked an embarrassed noise that stopped his motions in their tracks.

It was only then Lucian realized the elevator doors were finally beginning to close.

A glance over his shoulder said someone had slipped in last minute and was standing only feet away, attention fully diverted to the closed doors of the elevator. Lucian huffed an irritated sigh and rested his forehead to Jordyn’s chin, feeling her smile as he dropped her dress back in place.

“Dammit,” he mumbled.

Jordyn giggled. “Patience is a virtue.”

“I’m not a virtuous man,” Lucian replied very quietly. “Not when it comes to you.”

Still, he couldn’t help but think the person’s presence behind him was odd. It was a hotel, a rather busy and well-known one, for that matter. But, that wasn’t really his issue. Frankly, it was late, which meant most guests were either in their rooms, or still enjoying the New York nightlife.

Most people tended to take notice of an engaged couple in an elevator and made an effort to let the doors close and wait for the next one, not wanting to be rude or interrupt.

At least, that’s what Lucian would do.

This hotel sported four elevators. Why in the hell was his so important?

Tossing another scathingly look over his shoulder, something else about their elevator guest caused Lucian to take pause as the machine began to lift. Like Lucian and Jordyn, the man seemed well-dressed in a tuxedo, but the ball cap he also wore was off-putting to the rest of the suit. The guy was keeping his back turned and head down, ensuring his face was hidden from view.

Just like the ball cap would have done for the cameras up above.

No one needed to keep their face hidden unless they didn’t want to be seen.

All over again, like the day he was shot, Lucian was starting to get that creepy feeling. Something wasn’t right. Maybe he did have one hell of an instinct he never noticed before now; it was sure acting up again.

Jordyn didn’t seem to take notice of Lucian’s sudden discomfort, leaning back to the wall with her hands resting to the bar along the back of the elevator wall. Or maybe she just assumed he was tense from being cock blocked.

“Jordyn?”

Her blue eyes turned on Lucian with a heat burning behind the irises. “Hmm?”

“Kiss me.”

“What?” Jordyn whispered, grinning again.