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He’s staring up toward the ceiling, stunned.
“Blink if you can hear me.”
He blinks.
I sag. “Oh good. Sorry, I didn’t think that would work as well as it did. Twenty years of martial arts has officially paid off today.” I high-five the air but can’t help but start to crack up.
His chin drops, and his bewildered blue eyes meet mine. “How did you do that?”
I shrug. “Legit, no clue. You’re like twice the size of me. But how cool is it that it worked? Anyway, as I was saying before you decided you wanted to kill my ex, I’m already done with all things Monroe Securities for the day after dealing with two of their finest. And since the coffee didn’t make it anywhere other than my shirt, we should go out for breakfast.” I pull my coffee-soaked shirt away from my chest for emphasis. “The conference starts in like an hour, but whatever, I can be late or play hooky. I own the company now. It’s not like they can ground me or put me in a time-out for ditching.”
“You okay?”
“Dandy as a peach tree in the rain.”
He raises his eyebrows at me but gives me a look that tells me he wants a real answer.
“I don’t know what I am. I’m a lot, I think.”
“That’s for sure.”
In a flash, he rolls us until he has me pinned beneath him, his forearms on either side of my head and his body pushes down on mine without putting the full force of his weight on me. With him like this, so close and only wearing a towel with his body heat surrounding me, and smelling like the shower and like Lenox, it’s nearly impossible not to squirm.
Or wrap my thighs around his waist and grind myself to an orgasm for that matter.
My heart races at the idea and I wonder if he can feel it through my thin sports bra and soaked shirt. My nipples are certainly hard, but I can blame that on the coffee perking them up.
“I don’t like him touching you.”
“He won’t again.”
He licks his lips, and my eyes naturally track the motion. “I would have ripped him apart. No one puts their hands on my wife.”
Swoon! Bastard. I frown. Because yeah, he made me swoon. Even in jest, which I’m positive that’s what that was. “Unnecessary. Clearly. I took him by the balls. Literally.”
His lips bounce. “Are we okay?”
I force my gaze back to up his because, I realize a fraction too late, I’ve still been staring at his mouth longer than I should be. “You mean because I physically took you down to the ground or because last night you fucked me six ways to Jesus?” And once again, I have a nervous mouth that doesn’t know the meaning of limits.
His blue eyes smolder, and his mouth twists to the side in a hint of a smirk without actually smiling. “Is that what I did?”
I’m having palpitations. “It’s what I did too.”
“Then I guess I’m wondering about both.”
“If you’re asking if I still don’t like you, the answer is yes. Does that help?”
“That was the answer I was hoping for.”
He grinds into me, and I gasp at the feel of his hard cock, only covered by a measly white towel. He winks devilishly and pops up off me—thank God, right?—and extends his hand to help me up.
“Give me fifteen to shower, and then I want a Vegas-style buffet. One not in this hotel,” I say as I pull off my coffee-soaked sports shirt and toss it toward the corner of the room where my suitcases are sitting. I shut the bathroom door behind me and start the shower, ready to wash off a night of sex followed by a morning of yoga, coffee, and assholes.
After I do all that, I change into late-fall in Vegas attire—with an elastic waist because I do want that buffet—and then find Lenox dressed in a blue T-shirt that makes his eyes more vivid than the summer sky and low-slung dark jeans working on his laptop from the couch.
“He hires gatekeepers,” he tells me, and my brows furrow. Lenox rises off the sofa and puts his laptop thing in the safe, punches in a code, and then immediately heads for the door, holding it open for me to pass through. Ezra is long gone, but I expected him to be by this point.
“Who are you talking about, and what is a gatekeeper?”
