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you.” He stated the desire baldly and it proved irresistible. She went willingly as he pulled her from the elevator. He propelled her along the hall. “I have to be inside you.”
    Her shoulder bounced off a sconce. Their feet got tangled as they tried to kiss and steer. Jo slumped against an obliging wall as he pried a key card from his pocket. The door swung open and his grin widened exponentially. She stared into the blinding glare of his bright smile and the world spun.
    He lured her into the room, enticing her with his warm lips and wicked tongue. The door slammed, spurring a flurry of frantic action. His jacket landed on the floor in a heap. His teeth scraped her jaw and teased her ear lobe. Hot breath washed over fevered skin. He found the cloth-covered buttons that danced up her ribcage. First one slid free, then two. By the time he reached oh-thank-God-three, Greg had her flat against the wall.
    She arched her back, urging her breasts into his hands. She slid her eyes shut. Gravity and the undeniable appeal of offering herself up to his hungry kisses pulled at the slippery fabric of her wrap dress.
    “Jesus, you smell incredible.” He whispered the words into the hollow of her throat and her knees turned to jelly. “Taste even better. I’m gonna lick every bit of you.”
    The tucks of his shirt scraped against her bra as he traced the valley between her breasts with the tip of his tongue. Her already aching nipples drew tighter still. “Please.”
    Lost in the depths of his promise, Jo was uncertain of what she was asking for but more than willing to beg for whatever he wanted to give. The shusssh of her hair brushing the wall as she rolled her head from side to side seemed to spur him. He pinched her nipples and she cried out, her eyes opening wide.
    Greg stared up at her, his eyes dark and intense, his handsome face a fierce mask of raw desire. He rolled the aching tips between his thumb and forefinger, pulling at them through the satin of her bra. “Please what?”
    The husky growl of his prompt sent a fresh wave of arousal straight to her pussy.
    “Please…yes…everything.”
    She gasped in dismay when he abandoned her nipples, only to sigh the second he yanked the straps of her bra down her arms. Cool air wafted across the turgid tips as he hooked the satin cups beneath them. The fabric bunched under her breasts and pushed them up high. Jo stared as he kissed his way along the top of one, his dark hair a stark contrast to her pale skin. Her mouth ran dry. She tried to blink away the thick haze of lust and alcohol closing in around her, but all she could focus on was the sight of his kiss-reddened lips latching on to her nipple.
    Her back bowed. He sucked strong and deep. Each pull of his lips and tongue tugged at some invisible string inside her. He moved to the other breast and drew her in, suckling ardently as he stroked her back, her waist, and her belly. His hands landed on her hips, the blunt tips of his fingers digging into soft flesh as he tried to control the wild gyrations of her body. No use. Her hips bucked as he peppered her belly with hard, sucking, open-mouthed kisses. Moist breath seeped through the satin of her matching panties. Her thighs trembled as he traced the lace edge of her low-slung boy shorts.
    He looked up at her, his eyes wide with frank admiration. The lift of his brows was earnest and hopeful. “I like these.”
    “Can’t stand a thong. Didn’t want panty lines.” The random bits of reasoning popped out of her mouth before her brain engaged.
    “God, no,” he murmured. “Wouldn’t want those.”
    His lips brushed her navel as he caught the edge of the lace between white teeth. Their gazes met somewhere over the heaving of her chest. Her lips parted. The seconds stretched as taut as the strained elastic. Words bubbled up inside her. She had a plea ready on the tip of her tongue when the lace snapped back into place.
    He smothered her disappointed groan with a