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kissed the tip of each finger. “Since you picked the restaurant, I get to pick the hotel.” He paused, as if expecting her to argue.
    She didn’t.
    “Marriott Suites on Lexington. Thirty minutes. I’ll leave a key at the front desk under my name.” Nick slid out of the booth and threw a five-dollar bill on the table. “Don’t keep me waiting, darlin’.”
    “That’s just around the corner. I don’t need thirty minutes.”
    “I do, since I’ll be picking up condoms and stuff on the way.”
    “What kind of stuff?” she said suspiciously.
    Nick grinned. “Bet you were the type who peeked at your presents before Christmas morning, too.”
    She squirmed. Busted.
    “You’ll have to wait and see.” He bent down until they were nose to nose. “Here’s the God honest truth. I thought you were something special in that skintight leather-and-lace get up, mysterious and sexy. I gotta admit I prefer you natural like this, your hair loose around your face, wide-eyed, your breath ragged as you’re waiting for me to kiss you.”
    Do it .
    “I’m gonna demand to feel your soft lips all over my body, Holly. Can you handle that?”
    Her pulse thumped like mad. She managed a little nod.
    “Good.” Nick brushed his mouth over hers until her lips parted. Then he blew her mind with a kiss so sweetly, so shockingly seductive she feared she’d come undone right there in the booth.
    When he finally backed off, his voice was thick with desire. “Not nearly enough, but it’ll hold me for the next twenty-eight minutes and fourteen seconds.”

Chapter Four
    As Nick purchased condoms and other accoutrements he needed, he wasn’t thinking like Detective West, one of metro Denver’s finest. Nick was purely thinking like a man about to get very, very lucky.
    Yet, if in the course of having his wicked way with Holly he discovered information pertaining to Rudy’s situation, so be it, he’d use it. But his gut told him Holly was exactly who she said she was: a woman out for a little sexual adventure.
    Although, part of him had a hard time believing Holly couldn’t have a date every night of the week if she chose. Especially since she spent nights surrounded by eager men.
    Then again, Nick could see why hotsy-totsy Mistress Christmas intimidated most guys. They probably assumed she had so many offers they didn’t bother to make one.
    Luckily, he didn’t have the same problem.
    Nick plunked down the extra cash for an executive suite —with a whirlpool hot tub, complimentary champagne, and a California king-sized bed. The room even boasted a fully decorated Christmas tree.
    Damn. Maybe Holly wouldn’t want a reminder of her job.
    Nothing he could do about it now. He kicked off his boots and wondered if it’d be crass to put the condoms and stuff on the nightstand by the bed.
    No, it’d be crass if you spread them out all over the room where you hoped to take her—the mattress, by the chair, the back of the couch, on the counter in the bathroom, or the lip of the hot tub.
    Yeah, that’d freak her out. He left the unopened box on the nightstand.
    Nick checked the time on his cell phone again. Thirty-two minutes had passed since they’d parted ways at IHOP. She claimed she didn’t need that much time. What if she’d changed her mind?
    A rap sounded on the door, followed by the soft click of the lock disengaging. A shaft of light cut through the darkened room across the gray carpet.
    Holly shut the door behind her and took a couple steps into the room and froze.
    He froze.
    They stared at each other over the five feet separating them.
    “I was afraid you’d changed your mind,” he said softly.
    “I almost did.” Her eyes searched his face. “I’m out of my element. I had no earthly idea when I propositioned you what I’m supposed to do once I’m actually standing here.”
    “Take off your clothes.”
    She blinked. “Seriously? Now? Just like that?”
    “Yep.”
    “But—” She paused. “That’s what you