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cupped the back of her head and held her in place. He enjoyed the feel of the soft coils ensnaring his fingers in her thick, natural hair. Slipping his tongue into her warmth he tasted the tang of the wine, the spice of her meal, and something indescribable as Kiera. It was the latter sampling that drove him, propelled his desire to the next level—need.
    Thrusting in and out of her parted lips, he beckoned her to join him.
    Her arms folded around his neck at some point and he felt the cushion of her breasts against his chest. She captured his tongue repeatedly and suckled it when he pushed inside. He flicked the tip of hers when he withdrew.
    His mind flooded with images of his cock in her mouth and her recreating that same act. He angled his tongue up along the back of her teeth, just at the edge of the roof of her mouth where it was sensitive.
    She moaned.
    When he felt the coolness of the door against the back of his hand squeezing her hip, he recalled where they were. He didn’t have her in a private area where they could take this kiss to a possible next level. No, they were in a public hallway of the hotel. There was no telling if anyone or how many people may have walked by them as they made out like randy teens against her door.
    Pulling back, his breath came out harsh and loud. Staring at her as she stood against her door, where he’d walked them into at some point during the kiss, he had to admit that his ego enjoyed the view of her moist, kiss-swollen lips and the raptured look on her face. He’d put that there.
    “I think it is past time for you to bed down and for me to head home.” The words that came out were almost painful to say, but necessary. There was no way he could have sex with a woman he had no possibility of ever seeing again. Maybe when he was in his twenties or early thirties, but at thirty-six he had to make wiser choices. No matter what his dick wanted.
    Right now there were things in his life he needed to see to first before he could even have a local relationship. Anything with Kiera at the moment would be long distance.
    She lifted her lids and those passion-filled hazel eyes met his. “I think you’re right. This needs to end here.” She gave him a small smile as she pulled her arms down and away from him.
    Giving her space, he stepped back. “I’ll say good night, then, and safe travels.”
    Reaching into her purse she removed the room card. “Same to you.”
    Moving away more, he watched her swipe the card, triggering the access to her room. After she opened the door, he gave her a nod. “Good luck with your meeting tomorrow.”
    “Thank you.” With a final smile she closed the door.
    He turned, then headed back to the elevator. Kiera Stanfield was a woman he wouldn’t soon forget.

Chapter Three
    “How did your meeting go?”
    Kiera looked up with a smile at the sound of the deep, textured, masculine voice of her father. “Dad.” She rose from the seat behind her desk and met him in the center of her office.
    “Hello, angel.” Embracing her, he kissed her forehead.
    “What brings you here? You’re a little far from City Center,” she teased as she moved out of his arms. This wasn’t the first time her father had been to her center. He’d come out with her after she got the loan for the place to start construction and been there at least a dozen times in the last three years. Her mother was another case. Lola had come for the opening ribbon cutting and that had been the one and only time she’d allowed her shadow to fall on the place.”
    “I had an opening in my schedule so I figured I’d use the time to check in on my favorite daughter.” He waited for her to take one of the two hard plastic chairs at the front of her desk, then he claimed the other one.
    She rolled her eyes. “More like a meeting ended sooner than you expected and you had some time to kill.”
    He shrugged one shoulder. “Maybe.” The side smile told it all. “So, how was Salt Lake