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“Maybe we should try out the Broadway Steakhouse.” I throw out an option that might result in me keeping my virginity beyond tomorrow night.
“We need privacy.” He sets me on my feet before placing a soft kiss under my ear. “To talk.” Yep. I’m sure it’s just to talk. And I’m the Queen of England.
“Okay.” I meant to say no, but my mouth took off without my brain and now it’s too late. Who am I kidding? There’s no way I can resist Mr. High and Mighty.
CHAPTERSIX
RYKER
“Nine.”
Francesca slams her hands down on her hips, twin flames sparking in her gorgeous eyes as they meet mine. “I didn’t even say anything snarky or smart, Ryker. You literally just opened the door!”
“You wore that sexy dress to torture me, sunshine,” I growl, wrapping one arm around her waist to drag her up against my body. The slinky black fabric fits her like a second skin, clinging to her generous curves. The deep V plunges between her breasts, showing enough cleavage to guarantee I’ll be breaking her rules tonight. She looks far too beautiful. Though she doesn't need a little black dress to make my cock ache.
She's been doing that for two weeks already. There's just something about her grumpy little attitude that drives me crazy. Most people treat me like I'm the fucking rockstar. I don't think they always necessarily believe that I'm not Razor. But not my sunshine. I don't think she'd give a shit, even if I were him. I annoyed the hell out of her, and she's not afraid to let me know it. I fucking love that.
"Did not," she lies, the breathless hue in her soft voice giving away her lie. She did pick the dress to torture me. That's alright. Two can play this game. And since I work for the CIA, well… my poor little baby isn't going to know what hit her tonight.
I slide my hand up her body, trailing my fingertips between her breasts, and then gently close them around her throat, angling her head back. Her dilated eyes lock on mine.
"Your plan is working," I growl before claiming her lips in a scorching kiss. Fuck me. I've been thinking about this mouth all damn day, just waiting for her to get here so I could kiss it again. She tastes like the little chocolate mints kept on a dish at the front desk, and I've always had a sweet tooth.
Christ. I hope she's not too pissed when I get her in my bed tonight because I'm definitely getting her in my bed tonight. I don't have time to take it slow. Before I fly back to DC at the end of the month to pack my shit, I want her addicted to me. When I move here, she'll be moving with me. I already decided that shit.
"Ryker," she moans against my lips, pressing her tits up against my chest. Her hands are all tangled up in my shirt, and she's practically climbing my body. My girl wants me. She's practically begging me to fuck her right now.
I scoop her up in my arms, delivering a quick smack to her luscious ass. My balls ache, cum leaking into my boxers.
"Ryker!" she shouts, partly in outrage, partly because she fucking loves it.
"Keep saying my name like that, and your dress will be on the floor before you make it past the front door, sunshine," I say, carrying her inside the suite and kicking the door closed.
"You are such a… holy crap." Her mouth falls open as she sees what I've done with the place. Flower petals cover every surface, with a fluffy blue blanket spread out on the floor in front of the fireplace. Two dozen roses in a vase rest on one side of the fluffy blanket, with a picnic basket and a bottle of wine on the other. A nest of pillows leans against the sofa, ensuring we'll be nice and cozy. The entire room is lit by candles.
"How the heck did you do this? I was here all day!" She turns a dazed look in my direction.
"I'll never tell." I bribed the maintenance man to let me use the employee entrance. He also helped me deal with the smoke alarms so the candles didn't set them off.
She stares at me in awe.
"Surprised, sunshine?" I tap her nose. "Did you expect me to feed you MREs in a bunker?"
"I mean…" She grins at me, her lips quirking up into a teasing smile. "You are the one obsessed with the security in this place."
I carry her over to the blanket and reluctantly slide her down my body, putting her back on her feet. I'd rather keep her in my arms. She doesn't complain about me breaking her rule about carrying her, so I distract her before she remembers it.
"That's because I work for the CIA."
She laughs quietly. "That's what they all say."
When I don't laugh, her eyes grow wide, her mouth popping open. "Except you're serious, aren't you?" She cocks her head to the side, studying me intently. "You actually work for the CIA."
"I do." I hold out a hand, easing her down onto the pillows.
"What do you do for them? Am I allowed to ask you that?"
"Depends on the day." I shrug. "But I'm not telling you about my job, sunshine."
