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hand paused on his stiff cock, but then he arched his back, lifting his hips off the bed, pressing against me. “That, you can keep doing,” he whispered. “But not your mouth. You’re not ready.”  
    That was a little insulting. Who was he to tell me that? Miffed, I rubbed harder, and he groaned again. I liked turning him on, but still … “Who says you get to determine when I’m ready?  
    “I do,” he said simply.  
    He was being maddening again. But something about his tone when he took charge like that really got to me. I stroked his rigid length harder, and I wrapped one leg around his, subtly rubbing myself against his firm thigh.  
      I was getting excited again, and I reached down and cupped his balls, squeezing gently, before resuming stroking his cock. I was breathing harder myself when it occurred to me to ask, “So, according to you, when will I be ready?”  
    His eyes were closed, and he seemed to have totally given himself over to the sensation. I felt his muscles tense under me, and I thought he wasn’t going to answer, but after a long moment, he said, “When you beg for it.”  
    Warmth pulsed through my body at his words. His cock swelled under my hand, and I knew he was close. I was too. He must have known this, because he pulled me halfway on top of him. As I moved my hand more frantically over his cock, he brought his arm down and found my clit, still wet from before.  
    In only a matter of seconds, I was on the brink. He came first, erupting in a thick stream. I milked his cock while enjoying my own full-body tremors. I shuddered to a climax just as he was finishing his, and collapsed, half on top of him, completely spent.  
    I wiped my hand on his jeans, but I was too tired to do much else. I lay with my cheek on his chest, feeling it rise and fall from his still-heavy breathing. By the time I’d caught my breath, it was all I could do to keep my eyes open.  
    Luke's arms came around me, holding me close. I felt like I could stay in his embrace forever.

Chapter Four

    A LOUD NOISE rocketed me from a deep sleep into an upright position. Blinking, I looked around. Sunlight peeked around the edges of the blinds. The sound came again. Crap, what was that?  
    “Crap, what was that?” The masculine voice startled me even more than the banging noise.  
    Struggling to get my bearings, I squinted at the shirtless man next to me. Damn, he looked good in the morning. Stubble agreed with him. But what was he doing here? We hadn’t slept together—we’d stopped, right? After one hell of an amazing orgasm, I remembered. Or two, actually, but who was counting.  
    “Housekeeping!” The knocking at the door echoed through the room again.  
    Luke looked as sleepy as I felt, but awareness was creeping into his expression. “You don’t usually get housekeeping on Saturdays, do you?”  
    “No. They come on Mondays and Thursdays.”  
    “Shit! Barbara must know I’m in here.”  
    “How could she know that?” I pulled the sheet closer to my chest even though his shirt was still mostly covering me.  
    “My car’s out in the lot, so she knows I’m somewhere around. If she catches me in your room, she’ll fire me.”  
    I had to pull myself together—my friend was in trouble. “I’ll send them away. It’ll be okay.”  
    I hopped off the bed, tugging the wrinkled white shirt down to cover my ass. I supposed it was a little late for that after he’d had his hands all over my backside, but still. It felt different now. It was daytime.
    I padded barefoot over to the door and looked out the peephole. A young woman with a large cart was standing there, getting ready to knock again. About ten feet away, her image distorted from the glass, lurked the Barracuda. She looked pissed. Luke must be right, she did know he was here. Or at least she suspected.  
    I took a deep breath and spoke loudly. “My room is fine, thanks. They cleaned it a few days ago.”
    The housekeeper