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Kamaria’s cheeks darkened. She was embarrassed, huh? Good. Now they were even.
    “What are you talking about? I’m not being loud.” Chastity’s voice bounced off the walls of the lobby, turning heads.
    “You’re loud and your comments are lewd.” She lowered her voice and he lengthened his stride to hear Kamaria whisper, “As for being with Jack again. That is none of your business.” He caught that ever so subtle hitch in her voice. She was totally lying. Maybe there was a chance for them after all.
    If he were a gambling man, now would be a good time to up the ante. The odds favored another pair of torn panties by nightfall.

Chapter Three
    C hastity accompanied them into the elevator as far up as the sixth floor. Kamaria shoved the paperwork for her winnings into Chastity’s hands. She’d handed over several thousand dollars. She should’ve been proud of her winnings, but she didn’t want any access to that money. She didn’t want to even look at it.
    “I’ll take care of this for you, my dear. Now, you kiddies enjoy yourselves. Tah tah!” Her fingers fluttered behind her as she exited the car.
    “Jeez, how much did you tell that woman?” Jack mashed the button again for the tenth floor.
    “Tell her about what?”
    “About last night. Us.”
    “Oh yeah, that. Not much.”
    “‘Oh yeah, that’? Seriously?” Out of the corner of her eye, Kamaria watched his jaw tighten. His deliciously broad shoulders got even broader. Then he leaned down and brushed her locks to the side. His lips mere inches from her neck. His breath tickled that spot on her skin, making her throb in all the right places. Was elevator sex legal in Nevada? “I distinctly remember you mumbling something about ‘best orgasm ever.’” He breathed the words against her neck. She closed her eyes. Do not shiver. Do not shiver.
    She turned her head. Now their lips were almost touching. “And wiping a tear from your eye,” he continued. He swiped away an imaginary tear and then smirked.
    God, he was entirely too gorgeous when he smirked like that. His dimples cut into his cheeks like deep lickable crevices. He was total hero material. Maybe she could convince him to pose for her next book cover. All big and bold and chivalrous. Everything she wanted her own fantasy man to be.
    No, she had to resist his spell. For heaven’s sake, she wrote romantic fiction, she wasn’t supposed to be living it. She crossed her arms. “I had something in my eye.”
    “In addition to that best orgasm ever, I helped you out in a tough situation downstairs. You could start with ‘thank you.’ Or, how about, ‘I’m sorry for banging your brains out and then leaving’? Had I known you had any kind of gambling problem, I would have never…” He paused and gently brushed her arm. She stiffened. Just as she suspected. A guy like him would never want to get mixed up with someone as messed up as her.
    “…I would have never let you out of my arms. I woke up wanting to cook you breakfast. Make you scream my name. Again.”
    Her breath hitched. Why couldn’t she come up with dialogue like that? This man wasn’t just nice. He was perfect.
    “So what do you say to a do-over, Kamaria?”
    She shoved her hands into the pockets of her hoodie, determined to ignore his all too tempting offer. She liked the way he said her name. Said it correctly, too. She tried to force back a smile. He was making it harder and harder for her to think of him as just a fling. “Call me Mari. Everyone says it’s easier.”
    Jack shrugged and moved his hand to the wall beside her head. “If I liked easy, I wouldn’t be here. I prefer Kamaria. It feels better on my tongue.” He licked his lips.
    She shivered.
    Dammit. She liked him even more. She had to figure out how to keep her feelings at bay around him.
    The elevator pinged and the doors opened. Kamaria slipped through them as she marched toward her suite. Jack’s long strides caught up to her in a few steps.