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Opening his eyes, he watched as she began a slow striptease. Once again, the blouse came off and fell to the floor. She turned her back to him and slowly peeled down her slacks inch by inch over her hips, butt cheeks, and down her legs. Bending forward, gave him the full view of her ass.
He reached out and touched her between her folds and she gasped. Then she moved barely out of reach and glanced over her shoulder at him as she dropped one bra strap, then the other down her arms.
Damn, he was hard all over again.
She strolled around the bed, and just out of reach, her eyes full of wicked delight as she watched his erection grow. She undid the bra and dropped it on his belly. “Are you sure you want this?”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“Not the sex,” she said, “this.” Her finger waggled between them. “Us.”
“Are you torturing me on purpose? You want me to beg?”
Her expression turned thoughtful and she placed a finger to her cheek as if considering it. “I do like it when you’re on your knees.”
He growled, sitting up and grabbing her in one swift move. She yelped like she had in the elevator, and then she was falling on him as he lay back.
Nothing about her was easy, and he didn’t care. She refused to let him take his time with her, mounting him in a rush, her sweet folds wet and ready for him. As he looked up into her face, caressing her breasts, he was a goner all over again. Like he’d told her, she wasn’t the same woman, yet she was still all consuming.
Moving with the fervor of a person starving for a climax, he let her ride him to the brink and drive herself over it. As she came with a gasp, squeezing around him hard and tight, he followed her over that edge and went free-falling.
Hours passed with barely a notice as they became reacquainted with each other’s bodies. He’d forgotten all about painting her office until they came up for air because they were both starving.
“Shit,” she said, staring at the wall clock. “Sabrina’s going to kill us.”
“Worth it.” He yawned and trailed a finger along her ribs as she sat on the edge of the mattress putting on her bra.
“They don’t have room service in this place, right?”
“Only if you’re in the med ward. We have to brave the mess hall.”
She cringed, rising to walk to the wardrobe and sorting through a scant amount of clothes. “How can I make it up to Sabrina and the others?”
“Don’t worry about them.” He tugged on his jeans and shirt. “They’ll understand.”
On the ride down, she pulled up her hoodie, covering her head. He said nothing, knowing it bothered her to still look like a prison inmate, even though no one here cared.
The cafeteria was fairly empty, a couple of the Rock Star security guys trading stories over energy drinks at a table in the corner. Ian didn’t know them, but they exchanged nods—everyone was a brother here—and then he went to work loading up a tray with food.
Vivi kept her gaze turned from the others, grabbing a few frozen burritos and microwaving them. There was always an assortment of easy-to-make meals on hand. If you had special requests, it was up to you to buy and stock them. Anything without a name on it identifying it belonged to someone was fair game.
They’d just sat down to gorge themselves when Ian’s phone rang with a text from Rory.Come to the center. Bring Dr. Greene.
He stared at the message for a moment, wondering if it had something to do with his request to ignore her demand to obliterate the trail regarding their marriage. He sent a reply, asking for five minutes to eat. “Rory wants to see us.”
“About what?” she asked around a spoonful of yogurt.
The app was still open and Ian watched the bubble with the dots, telling him Rory was typing. “No clue.”
The bubble disappeared, then came a command.Now.
Great. He picked up the tray with the remnants of uneaten food. “Grab what you can. We’re taking it to go.”
She quizzed him in the elevator, gobbling down the rest of the yogurt before she unwrapped the still-warm burrito and dug in to that. It was good to see her eat.
“Must be about our marriage,” Ian guessed, “or maybe the prison break.”
Her hand holding the snack dropped and her eyes widened. “You don’t think someone figured it out, do you?”
