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I laugh out loud. "No," I say, although the prospect of seeing Jon completely naked is very tempting.
"Then no harm, no foul."
He finishes dressing while I watch out the window, unable to stop smiling at his audacity. Was he really hoping that seeing him get dressed would turn me on so much that I'd jump his bones for a quickie before our meeting?
Men are such strange creatures.
"You're thinking like a man," I say, still grinning. "That might work in reverse, but not with a woman."
"Damn," he says, his voice amused. "Can't blame a guy for trying."
He goes to the desk and picks up one of the bottles of orange juice and hands it to me. "Here. A peace offering."
I take it from him and force a smile. I've been so discombobulated by his antics that I forgot to drink one. Oh, he's enjoying this. He's enjoying my discomfort.
Then, while I watch, he grabs a Danish and eats it with gusto. He turns to me. "It's really good. Do you want one?"
I nod, because I need some sugar if I'm going to make it through this next two hours.
Jon sits on the bed beside me, and together we eat our breakfasts and watch the news in silence for a few moments. When I'm done, I wipe my hands on the napkin he hands me and take another sip of my coffee.
"Should we go over the presentation?"
He nods. When I stand up, he grabs my hand and stops me.
"I'm sorry I was such an idiot last night." He squeezes my hand. "I can't resist you." Then he opens my palm, kissing it, his lips pressed against my skin. "I don’t want to ruin things between us. I just got a bit carried away."
He looks up into my eyes, and I can't help but feel my heart squeeze a bit at his expression. So serious.
"It's okay." I smile at him and try to pull my hand out of his, but he doesn’t let me. Instead, he kisses it again.
Then he pulls me close so that I'm standing between his thighs and my face is almost level with his.
"Jon," I whisper, because I can tell where this is leading.
"India," he says, his voice soft. He pulls me against him and looks in my eyes. "I want you to know that I care very deeply about you. And not just as a business partner. As a person. As a woman."
I can't help but rest my hands on his shoulders.
I don’t know what to say. I don't want to say, "I know," which feels like the right thing to say, because I don't know.
"A week, Jon. A full week."
"I've had more than enough time to know what I want," he says softly. "I want you."
Then he pulls my head down and kisses me and I'm so overwhelmed with emotions and desire that I let him. I feel such emotion in that moment that I almost gasp for breath from the strength of it. Our arms go around each other more tightly. When the kiss ends, he buries his face in my neck, kissing the skin beneath my ear, and despite everything, I close my eyes and just let it happen.
Then he's kissing my throat and the swell above my breasts, his hands pulling my body closer.
"We don't have much time," I say, my mind going to mundane things like what time our meeting is and whether I can do this, even though my body is wet and swollen already at the touch of his lips on my skin.
"I won't need it," he murmurs against my breast. He bites my nipple through the fabric and I groan, closing my eyes.
I know I won't need it either.
Am I going to let this happen?
He squeezes one of my buttocks, then unbuttons my blouse and I realize I am. I’m going to let him do this.
