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suit, and Olivia had worn it down to the threads. Holding on to it had become very slippery.
    The doors of the elevator slipped to a hush, and he released a breath he hadn’t even known he’d held.
    Olivia stood opposite him, holding the railing inside the car as if she expected to plummet to the depths of the shaft any minute now. Her almond-shaped eyes met his, and she swallowed hard. The glossy mahogany panels and lush carpet made the inside of the elevator car look like an elegant sitting room.
    Hal could smell her desire beneath the floral scent of jasmines being pumped into the car with the lazy piano music. He pressed the stop button, and the car came to a jolting halt. Without waiting, he stalked over to her and pinned her between the wall, the railing, and his fucking hormones. He leaned down and inhaled the sweetness of her perfume, dipping his head further into the cradle of her neck. She swallowed so hard he heard her, but it was the rapid beating of her heart, pressed against his chest, that told him her desire had revved up to a steady gallop.
    She hadn’t told him to move, to get or to back the fuck up.
    He placed a single kiss at the base of her neck, right at the beginning of her collarbone.
    “Ah,” she cried, relaxing into him. He felt her hands clutch his jacket.
    Encouraged, he dropped a few more light, soft kisses across her collarbone, tasting the salty sweetness of her skin, licking it up like he would an ice cream cone, smiling briefly as her nipples pebbled. Her nails raked over his jacket, up into his hair, seconds before she clutched it into her fists. She yanked his hair, forcing him to grunt as she lifted her face to his.
    “You manipulative bastard.” She sighed and spread her legs wide, allowing his narrow hips to slip in between them.
    He smirked at her before kissing her, pulling her full bottom lip into his mouth and tugging on it with his teeth. She groaned, melting even more into him and rotating her hips against his swollen cock. Growing more eager, she pushed her lips against his, and he gently pried them apart. His tongue darted into her mouth like a bee dipping down for pollen again and again, as he tasted her. Moaning as he softly sucked her tongue, Olivia wrapped her arms around his neck and held him fast. Her smooth, creamy mocha legs slipped around his calves.
    The jolt of the car climbing again made him release her.
    “What the hell?”
    “I think it starts after a few minutes, after they run diagnostics,” she explained, a bit out of breath. She didn’t release him, but she did stand up on her heels by herself. “You nearly had me there.”
    “Yeah,” he said, putting his arm around her waist. “Nearly ain’t good enough, princess.”
    “That’s as close as you’re gonna get, mister,” she said coolly, removing his hand before strutting through the parted metallic doors.
     
     

 
    Chapter Four
     
    Olivia felt him behind her. Panties drenched from her desire, she couldn’t wait to slip into the shower and wash the day down the drain. She was torn—her brain knew it didn’t make sense to mess up the elegant and ornate king-sized bed with Detective Hal, but her body sung with longing so loud, she couldn’t concentrate on anything else. She stopped at the door to Room 211. Slipping the keycard in, she felt his breath on her neck. Too close. The bastard came too damn close again.
    “You want to deny it,” he whispered and reached under her dress, flipping it to her waist. He stepped right up to her, making her gasp as he pushed his hand between her thighs. She parted her legs a little, since her body had stopped listening to her brain. Thick fingers roughly shoved her lacy thong aside.
    “Sweet Jesus,” he whispered. “Damn, princess.”
    His words raised goose bumps across her flesh, making her instantly hot. Her nipples instantly diamond hard, she thrust her ass against his hands, helping him find her soaked center. He moaned, low and deep as if it