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she could talk.
    “My fantasy outline moves pretty fast,” she said, giving in to the need and reaching out to press her hand against his chest. Her breath caught. Despite his mellow expression and chill body language, she could feel his heart pounding beneath her fingers. It made her feel sexy. Strong. Desired. “I’d love to fill you in on the details, but maybe somewhere more private than the lounge.”
    His eyes darkened as her heart raced.
    Emboldened, Gia closed the distance until there was only air between them. Biting her lip, she tilted her head toward the elevator bank and arched one brow. “I have a room.”
    Looking as if he was fighting a major internal battle, Luke closed his eyes, clenching his teeth in a grimace.
    “Vanna, you’re about the sexiest thing I’ve ever met. And I want you like crazy,” he said, looking at her again. “But I’m not really the slam-bam kind of guy.”
    Awww. Gia’s heart melted a little bit. He was so sweet.
    Sweet enough to start thinking crazy things about. Sweet enough to wonder what he was doing after Vegas.
    And all that was crazy thinking. As much out of need as to slam the door shut on those kinds of thoughts, she shifted onto her tiptoes. The tips of her fingers pressed against his chest for balance, she leaned closer and brushed a gentle open-mouthed kiss over his lips.
    So soft.
    She trembled, desire pounding through her.
    They had to do this.
    Now.
    Before she talked herself out of it.
    “Come up to my room,” she invited again. “I won’t make you call me ma’am.”
    Luke could resist sexy in a woman. And easy had lost its charm a long time ago. But ease, sexiness and a sharp sense of humor?
    Oh, baby.
    Add a sweetly curved ass and lips that begged to be kissed?
    He was putty.
    But putty didn’t mean slutty.
    Standing behind Gia as she flashed her keycard in front of the door scanner, he stared at her perfect ass and wondered if he was doing the right thing. Did giving in to pure lust instead of pushing to find out the woman’s last name make him a dog? Or just one hell of a lucky guy?
    Despite his reputation, Luke had always prided himself on knowing the women he stripped naked and worshipped with his tongue.
    But there was something about Vanna.
    She was irresistible.
    Her back still to him, that glittery black dress draped low so as to draw his eyes right to her sweet ass, she looked over her shoulder at him. Her big eyes were wide and enticing, but he could see the nerves beneath the desire.
    It was the concern in her gaze that silenced his own doubts. Despite her bombshell looks and vampy manner, this wasn’t business as usual for her.
    They were both stepping outside their comfort zones. Which, for some reason, made it a much easier step to take.
    He supposed if fantasies were easy, everyone would be acting them out. And the whole point of a fantasy was to push the boundaries, to slam up against your comfort zone and plunge beyond.
    Luke watched those sexy hips sway as she crossed the threshold into the hotel room.
    Then, like one of Pavlov’s dogs, he followed her right in, letting the heavy door slide shut behind him.
    Since they were both doing something new tonight, they might as well see what else they could come up with. Maybe when they finished with her fantasies, they could try out a few of his.
    “Nice room,” he said without looking around.
    She tossed her tiny bag on the dresser. Neither of them even glanced over as it crashed against the mirror before sliding to the floor.
    “It’ll do.”
    “Do?”
    “Do for this,” she said. Her eyes were unsure but her smile wicked as she reached down, crisscrossing her arms to grab the hem of her dress.
    Before Luke could do more than breathe a grateful prayer, she slid the black glittery fabric up her body.
    One glorious inch at a time.
    His mouth went dry as the fabric skimmed rounded thighs, showing that she was a stocking and garter kind of gal.
    Then the black glitter inched higher,