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    I smirked up to him and asked, “Well, what exactly did you think I was doing by following you?” With a shrug, Tony released my face and pulled me into the elevator as it arrived. He was all seriousness, no playful banter, no drunken excuses for what we were about to do.
    As soon as the doors closed, he stalked toward me like the hungry alpha male he was. He trapped my waist in his grasp as he pulled me against himself and attacked my mouth.
    The force of his kiss was not of someone exploring or having a wild night. No. Instead, he kissed me with a ferocious hunger—like a man dying of thirst in the desert who’d happened upon an oasis. Tony kissed me as though he knew me inside and out, as though he’d wanted me for years. Despite the headiness of the moment, emotion swelled in my chest. In all the years of marriage, dating, hooking up with men, I’d never been kissed like this, and the awareness of Tony’s lips dancing over mine in mastery left me melting, burning for that fire within him that steamed through my pores. I wanted him to set me ablaze.
    We stumbled, bumping into doors and tripping on the carpet, but made it into his room. There, he lifted me until I wrapped my legs around his waist. Tony ground his thick erection against my hot core, and I grew more desperate with each thrust. He kissed a trail across my freckled skin and dipped into the low cut of my outfit.
    “How in hell’s name do I get this thing off of you?” he questioned, tugging at my clothing.
    “Put me down, and I’ll show you.” He was hesitant to release me, but finally relented, placing me back on my feet. Power raced though my blood as I reached behind me and unzipped the suit. Undone, I turned so he would have a good view of my backside, and I pulled the waves of my hair over my shoulder as I watched him.
    He groaned as I let the straps fall from my shoulders and down to my elbows. I lowered my arms, and it dropped to the floor, pooling at my feet. All he could see was the expanse of my back, the rounded curve of my white lace covered ass, and my long legs. It had taken me years of Pilates, yoga, and eating kale to create this body, and I was well rewarded for it with his pained whimper.
    “God, Wini, you’re so beautiful.” His hoarse voice scratched the air and sent goose bumps over my flesh. I wondered how much raspier his voice would be after I’d had my way with him.
    Smirking, I watched as he removed a pair of blue cufflinks and unbuttoned his dress shirt, dropping it to the floor. Tony’s chest was a solid mass of bronzed muscles. While he didn’t have the physique of a bodybuilder, he was lean and toned—athletic in every perfect way.
    He spun me around, pushing me to the wall and pinning me there with his hands on either side of my face as his groin held my lower body still. It was the first time he’d seen my naked breasts—not that he had wanted to look when we were teenagers—and I was proud to show them. He was the god Jupiter, and I offered myself up to him like a sacrifice.
    He cupped my breast in one of his hands, squeezing my flesh tightly and drawing a low moan from the back of my throat. Then he continued down the front of my body, letting his hand dance over my abdomen before slipping beneath the lace covering my pussy and stroking at my swollen, aching lips. A wave of lust seized my body, and I tried to squeeze my legs together, but he held them apart with his knees.
    “Goddamn, you’re so wet for me.” Tony found my lips again, and he plunged his tongue into my mouth, caressing and teasing before pulling back. “Did I make you this wet when we were in high school, all those times that you sat in the bleachers staring at me? Did you think I didn’t notice you rubbing your thighs together underneath the kitchen table every night that you tutored me?”
    I was shocked by his admission—hell, I hadn’t even realized he’d been paying attention to me at all—but if I let him know he was