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    He followed my lead, sitting down beside me and holding out one of the small white bags. “I took a guess at what you might like for breakfast. But then I figured, if you didn’t like my offerings . . .” he leaned in until our shoulders touched, a jolt of awareness shooting through me, “. . . I’d just kiss you until you got your fill.”
    I bit my lip to hold in a comeback, something along the lines of exactly what he could fill me with. Needing to distract myself, I took a deep breath to calm my senses and opened the bag to see a salmon and cream cheese bagel.
    I turned toward him and raised a brow. “Isn’t it a shame I hate bagels.” His confident expression faltered slightly until I let him out of his misery. “I actually love bagels, but I think I’d prefer your other suggestion,” I stage whispered. 
    He dropped his bagel and hooked his hand around my neck, then he pulled me into him, slanting his head at the last minute and proceeding to kiss me breathless. I gasped in shock and delight, giving him the opening he needed to shove his tongue into my mouth. This was a different kind of kiss from the night before. It was needier, hungrier, with a lot more desperation.
    My body melted into his and my bagel bag dropped to the floor. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and let him take what he wanted, and in return I gave him everything I had. Then, just as quickly, my legs were swung up and around and I found myself flat on my back with a hot, hard and heavy Barrett—and his very impressive part—pressed against me.
    What seemed like a lifetime —and a lot of kissing, licking, nipping, and groping later—Barrett pushed himself up, bracing his hands on either side of my head, and looked down at me. 
    “If we keep this up, you won’t get to eat your breakfast I brought you, let alone make your lunch reservation, and I won’t get time to deal with the few meetings I have today. And that will cut into our nighttime activities which include more of this . . .” He leaned down and kissed me hard and fast and hot. “And stop me from taking you out for dinner again tonight.”
    My heart continued to thump against my chest as if I’d run a marathon, struggling to recover from the sensational make-out session we’d just had on the hotel suite’s couch. I felt an uncharacteristic giddiness in my stomach at knowing he wanted to take me out for another date.
    The man continued to surprise me, always doing the unexpected or unanticipated. If he wanted to keep me on edge, he was succeeding tremendously.
    “Are these prior engagements of the consultant-type variety?” I teased, squeezing him playfully with my legs that somehow found themselves wrapped around his back.  
    “Yes, they would be,” he replied with a laugh that turned into a groan when he rolled his hips against mine, playing me at my own game.
    “That backfired, didn’t it?” I said breathlessly. 
    “Worth it, though.” He grinned widely before he dropped his head down and brushed his lips against mine. “I take that as an acceptance to my dinner invitation?”
    “Would you consider room service?” I asked almost hesitantly. I may be a sexually confident woman, but just as he had ever since the moment I’d locked eyes on the man, Barrett had me feeling slightly vulnerable, and I couldn’t for the life of me work out why.
    I could not deny that I found his confidence and determined pursuit of me attractive. Then there was the raw masculine energy that radiated from him in everything he did—every word, every look, every touch. All of that defined him and drew me in.
    He kissed the dear life out of me, silencing any uncertainties I might have had. Stopping too soon for my liking, he lifted himself off me. I watched as he bent down and handed me my discarded bagel bag from the floor with a huge knowing grin on his face. With a wink and a smirk, he turned around, picked up his own white bag and walked toward the door, stopping