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the stiff tips and, predictably, she moaned. She wiggled, pulling her shirt up and the cups of the lacy emerald bra down.
    Then he had to look. He pulled back. She was exposed to him, breathing hard, her hair rumpled. She looked sexy and a little wild. He loved her creamy skin, her pale nipples, the way his big tanned hands looked holding her waist.
    “God, Morgan.”
    “More,” she whispered hoarsely.
    He leaned in and took her right nipple in his mouth, licking, then sucking, pulling a long moan from her.
    “I want to make you come,” he said against her breast.
    “You’re about halfway there,” she panted.
    “I love that,” he rasped. His hand went to the button on the front of her jeans just as the plane hit a pocket of turbulence, jarring them hard.
    She let her head fall back, pushing her hair away from her face. “Dammit.”
    “Give me two minutes,” he said.
    She grinned. “It would only take you one. But this is not the place for it.”
    He looked around. “I disagree.”
    “We have three days in a penthouse suite at a five-star hotel. I promise you there will be lots of this.”
    He licked his lips and looked at her breasts again. “We’re going straight to the hotel right?”
    “Definitely.” She pulled her bra up, her shirt down and pushed herself off of his lap. She let out a breath, staring at his mouth. “ Definitely. ”
     
     
    Morgan stared at the man in front of her. Her whole body tingled. Looking at his mouth she could still feel his lips pulling on her nipple.
    She wanted more. Intensely. Like she’d never wanted anything ever.
    It didn’t seem to matter that he’d gotten her arrested and left her in a jail cell. It also didn’t seem to bother her that he would clearly be more comfortable in a beanbag chair playing video games and eating Cheetos than in a tux at a dinner party with her boss.
    She could not let him overwhelm her. He was here with her because she’d let another man overwhelm her. She couldn’t let the same thing happen with Doug. He wouldn’t steal her work ideas, but she could easily see him talking her into skinny-dipping in a private pool. Or participating in a wet T-shirt contest. Or wearing a skimpy cheerleader’s outfit and getting dirty in the backseat of his car.
    She shook her head. Anyway, there was an aura of naughty fun and its-only-bad-if-you-get-caught about him that she liked and was wary of at the same time.
    This was a business trip and she’d brought him along for protection. She couldn’t let him be the one who got her into trouble.
    “This is just for fun,” she told him firmly, tucking her hair behind her ear. “No matter how intense this feels, it’s just a good time.”
    “Okay.”
    “I mean, we barely know each other.”
    “Agreed.”
    “I don’t think we have much in common.”
    “We don’t. I’m sure of it,” he assured her.
    That mattered. It did. There was no way this could go beyond this weekend. She didn’t play video games or eat Cheetos. “Okay. So…” She took her seat. “Just for fun.”
    He cleared his throat. “Tell me more about this job and project,” he said.
    She looked at him, surprised, as she fastened her seat belt. “You want to hear about it?”
    “I want to strip you down and make you scream.”
    She sucked in a quick breath as heat and craving filled her. “I don’t know much about the project,” she started conversationally.
    Dooley grinned and seemed to relax in his seat.
    She tried to as well. “We submitted basic ideas about a month ago and he chose Todd and me as the final two from those proposals. We were supposed to include a target demographic, amenities, décor, things like that.”
    “What’s your idea?” he asked.
    “Um, well, okay.” She hadn’t let anyone see her ideas besides her sister and she hadn’t explained any of it out loud. This might be a good chance to practice before she saw Mr. Britton. “My idea is about truly customizing the experience for the guests.