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she wanted more. But what could she do to raise the stakes tonight?
    She slipped into the white silk mini-chemise she’d picked up at the Dubai Mall a few days ago, then retouched her makeup.
    Her phone buzzed.
    It was Javier. “On my way up. Coast clear?”
    “Yes.”
    She turned down the lights in her room, opened the champagne, and poured a glass for them to share from the single flute the kitchen had provided. Then she stepped into the shadows and waited.
    It didn’t take long.
    She heard his key card slide into the lock, heard the door buzz open.
    He entered, put out the Do Not Disturb sign, and locked the door behind him. Then he turned toward her. “I’ve wanted you all damned day. I… ”
    She stepped out to where he could see her, his words trailing off as he looked her over, her pulse skipping at the naked hunger she saw in his eyes.
    She handed him the champagne.
    He took a sip, set the glass aside, and reached for her, drawing her against him, his lips coming down hard on hers. His tongue carried the taste of champagne into her mouth, his body hard and strong against hers, the urgency of his sexual need fueling hers.
    Oh, God.
    She’d been waiting all day for this, waiting to touch him, to kiss him, to feel his perfect male body pressed against her. And she realized that someone watching them might mistake them for lovers who’d been separated for months, rather than casual sex partners who’d only met last night.
    She felt one of his hands close over her left breast, felt his thumb graze her nipple, scattering sparks deep inside her belly, making her wet. She was aching for him, already feeling the need to have him inside her. But this wasn’t what she’d planned.
    She drew back, her heart thrumming. She didn’t want to lose herself in him. Not yet. “Take off your clothes.”
    He did as she asked, dropping his shirt on the floor, kicking off his shoes, shucking his jeans. She took in the sight of him, his firm muscles, his smooth skin, his delicious cock growing hard and thick while she watched.
    Her gaze locked with his as she knelt before him and wrapped her hand around his erection. She teased the engorged head with her tongue, tasting along its thick rim, flicking the sensitive spot on the underside, lapping at the pre-cum that oozed from the slit at its tip, his male scent filling her head.
    Breath left his lungs in a slow exhale, his fingers sliding into her hair.
    She drew his foreskin up over the head, sucked on it, then teased the head through that thin layer of tender skin, gratified by the way his brow furrowed and his jaw went tight, his fingers delving deeper into her hair. Then she went to work, drawing the foreskin back and moving her hand and mouth in tandem up and down the length of his cock, catching the head with her tongue on each pass, reaching with her other hand to cup and fondle his balls.
    He moaned and his head fell back, their eye contact broken.
    God, it turned her on to turn him on.
    His hips began to move, his abdominal muscles flexing, his grip on her hair getting tighter, and she felt a trickle of moisture between her thighs.
    Then he stopped her. “You like that, don’t you, bella ?”
    “Yeah, I do.” She licked him, pleased by the way a flick of her tongue could make his cock jerk. “I like being in control, seeing the effect I have on you.”
    “Is that so?” His lips curved into a lethal smile.
    In a heartbeat, she found herself lifted off her feet and pinned face down on the bed, her body lying across his lap. One of his big hands held her right arm behind her back, while the other hand pushed up her chemise to fondle her bare bottom.
    “God, I love your ass.”
    She had no idea where he was going with this. “I don’t do anal.”
    “Easy, bella . Neither do I.”
    The spanking took her by complete surprise.
    She gasped, her ass stinging where he’d slapped her, the sting turning to tingles that raised goose bumps across her buttocks. She struggled