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into his biceps.
    “ ¡Ay Dios mio! You feel so … damned … good.” His voice was strained, his muscles tense.
    And then he was moving, slowly at first, his momentum building until he was pounding himself into her, burying his cock to the hilt again and again, stroking every inch of her vagina, the friction carrying her headlong into another climax.
    A half smile curved his lips as she came, his male satisfaction at knowing he’d gotten her off again clear to see. Then his eyes drifted shut, and he let himself go, fucking her harder and faster, the muscles in his neck standing out, his body taut, sweat beading on his chest and forehead. She saw his jaw clench, breath hissing from between his teeth, his back arching, his body shuddering as orgasm carried him away.
    He dragged her with him deeper into the bed and settled onto his back, pillowing her head on his chest, his breathing gradually slowing, his fingers trailing up and down her spine. His tenderness surprised her. But then he’d already been so much more than she’d expected—more skilled, more thrilling, more intense. The last time she’d met a man who’d blown her away like this was… never.
    She reached for his free hand, laced her fingers through his, sorry the night was over. Any minute now, he’d get up, get dressed, thank her for the good time, and head back to his own room. That’s how it worked, how she preferred it.
    Sex with no obligations.
    “I’m not done with you,” he said in a deep, sleepy voice, repeating what she’d said to him maybe an hour ago.
    She tried not to notice her own sense of relief. “I sure as hell hope not.”
    And before she realized it, they were both asleep.
     
     
    Knock knock knock.
    “Room service.”
    Javier was awake and on his feet, taking in the situation at a glance. Shoes and clothes scattered across the floor. The bed covers a tangled mess. Laura still half-asleep and confused. Both of them naked.
    The knock came again.
    He grabbed for his clothes as he moved toward the bathroom. “You’d best put something on, bella . You’ve got company.”
    She muttered something under her breath in Swedish, hopping out of bed, her sexy ass catching his gaze as she ran to the closet and pulled out a blue silk bathrobe, slipping her arms into the sleeves and tying the belt around her waist. “Breakfast. I have a standing order for seven a.m. Damn!”
    The strangeness of the situation made him grin, though he knew it shouldn’t. If he were discovered here…
    “I’ll be in the bathroom.” He made sure he had everything—shoes, socks, jeans, T-shirt, wallet—then glanced around the room for any sign that might give him away.
    Knock knock knock knock.
    “Miss Nilsson?” It was a woman’s voice.
    She spoke with an accent. Filipino?
    “Just a moment, please!” Laura looked over at him, a hint of a smile on her panicked face, her fingers combing through the tangles in her hair. “I’m never undressed when they arrive.”
    And then he saw it.
    He pointed with a jerk of his head. “The condom wrapper.”
    Laura glanced around, saw it lying on the floor near the wall not far inside the doorway, and picked it up. Looking confused about what to do with it, she opened the drawer of her bedside table and dropped it inside, glancing over at him as she hurried toward the door. “Go! Hide!”
    But he had already ducked into the darkness of the bathroom. The tile floor cold against his feet, he listened as Laura opened the door and a hotel employee entered.
    From covert ops in Afghanistan to an illicit hookup in Dubai.
    What would JG and the guys think if they could see you now, cabrón?
    They’d probably laugh their asses off.
    “I’m sorry, Nadira. I worked late last night and overslept.” Laura’s voice sounded calm and cool, giving nothing away. “Please set the tray down on the table.”
    “Is there anything else I can get for you while I’m here, miss? Fresh towels for your morning bath?”
    “No,