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corner of his mouth to rise slightly higher than the other. His eyes twinkled as he raised his glass in a toast. “But if I allow myself to be caught, I’d stop being such a damn good catch. Then where would I be?”
    “Happy?” she ventured, lifting a challenging eyebrow.
    “Maybe. Maybe not.”
    Jo’s breath caught in her throat as the bathroom door whooshed open. A snarl torqued Greg’s handsome features the second he spotted Will. Before either of them had a chance to react, he plucked the glass from Will’s hand, saluted her, then tossed back the shot.
    Greg gasped and thumped his chest with the heel of his hand, but his gaze never left hers. “Three,” he rasped, breaking the thick silence. Then he dropped the glass into the pocket of Will’s suit jacket and offered her his hand. “Shall we, Josie?”
    Without a moment of hesitation, Jo threw the tequila down her throat. “Three.” She clamped her lips together until the burn started to subside. She dropped her glass into Will’s other pocket then rose up on her toes to kiss his cheek. “Thank you.”
    “My pleasure.”
    “Nuh-uh. Not this time.” Raising her hand to his lips, Greg brushed a kiss over her knuckles then pulled her toward the door. He flashed a cocky grin at Will. “This time the pleasure is all mine.”
    Greg and Josie hit the corridor at full stride. The faint strains of the “Electric Slide” beckoned from the ballroom, but instead of hooking a right, Greg turned left. “Hey,” she panted. “Where are we going?”
    Her ankles wobbled as she trotted to keep up with him. The swirly patterns on the carpet made her dizzy. Miles and miles of French vanilla wallpaper flew past in a blur. Another left placed them directly in front of a bank of gilt-edged elevators. Jo looked up, searching for a fixed point to focus on until she got her bearings. Her gaze locked on his as a door opened. Greg pulled her into his arms. The couple exiting the elevator jostled past them, the young man tossing a scornful glare over his shoulder.
    “Get a room.”
    “Got one,” Greg answered without taking his focus from her.
    Then his mouth was on hers. Thank God. He walked her back into the waiting car and up against the mirrored wall. The doors slid shut behind them. Greg shifted his attention to her throat as the car surged upward. His teeth scraped her pulse, eliciting a gasp. His tongue danced over her skin, turning her every exhalation into a soft moan.
    She clutched the lapels of his jacket, her hands providing an unwanted buffer between the hard wall of his chest and the tight peaks of her nipples. She arched her back, desperate to get closer to him and farther from the brass handrail cutting into her ass. He trailed hot, wet kisses into the deep vee of her dress and she made the mistake of opening her eyes.
    Fact and fantasy merged and melded, and her booze-befuddled brain raced to keep up. A man and a woman swam in and out of focus, the beveled edges of the mirrors on the ceiling multiplying the breathtakingly erotic scene playing out below. A woman trapped against the wall, her dress hiked high on one leg, as a tuxedo-clad man devoured her with single-minded determination. The kind of fervor an old maid conjured in her neediest moments. Passion she’d never actually known. A hunger she feared would go forever unfulfilled. The kind of predestined connection to another person she didn’t think existed outside the covers of a romance novel. With a man she’d barely met but already knew intimately.
    The elevator doors opened. Greg finally raised his head. Jo took some comfort in the fact that his eyes looked to be as blurry and unfocused as her mind. Reason took one last shot at establishing a foothold in a night run amok.
    “Maybe this isn’t a good idea,” she murmured, half talking to herself.
    Greg shook his head, casting off her doubts like a dog shedding water. Eyes wide and earnest, he grasped both her hands. “I’ve gotta taste