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lips.
    When he reached the curly thatch at the apex of her thighs, he combed his fingers through it, surprised to find it just as soft. “Spread for me, baby.”
    She did, and his pulse quickened. She was such a sensual person. Unreserved, not the least bit shy about exposing herself completely. He admired her confidence to just be and do what she wanted.
    Moving his hand lower, he used two fingers to part her folds and rub the moisture all over her slit. He massaged the tender nub of flesh, too, causing her to groan and squirm.
    “Joaquin …”
    His name on her lips was an aphrodisiac. “Do you need me?”
    “Yes, please!”
    Reaching for the nightstand, he opened the drawer and fished for supplies. Pulling out a square packet, he ripped it open and quickly gloved up. Then he levered himself over her, positioning himself between her legs, and began to guide his length into her slick heat.
    Heaven. He thought he’d surely died and gone straight there as he slid inside. She clung to his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist as he moved, stroking in and out of her channel. Her breathy sounds of gratification ramped up his excitement. Too much, too soon.
    He stroked harder, faster, and she met his thrusts with abandon. Drove him higher and higher until his balls drew up and the familiar quickening began at the base of his spine. He had no choice but to let go.
    “Shit, yes!”
    His release exploded and he pumped his seed into the condom, on and on, relishing her sheath rippling around him, wringing every last drop from him. When he was spent, he moved to the side, not wanting to crush her. But he gathered her into his arms and held on.
    “Thank you,” he said, placing a kiss on her head.
    “Thank you. That was fantastic.” She smiled against his chest.
    “Stay? Please?”
    “I wouldn’t dream of moving.”
    That sounded awfully good to him. Too damned good, in fact.
    Breathing in her scent, he allowed sheer contentment to usher him in to sleep.
    ***
    Anna awoke to sunlight filtering through the gauzy curtains—and someone wrapped around her like a burrito.
    Blinking, she tried to clear the cobwebs and recall where she was and why. Then it hit her and she experienced a brief pang of guilt, which she quickly dismissed. She’d broken up with Gray, and he had no say in her life anymore. There wasn’t one good reason why she should be ashamed of sleeping with Joaquin.
    Except that he was Gray’s enemy.
    But that had nothing to do with her. With her attraction to the casino mogul. He was a magnetic, vibrant man. She wanted to get to know him better and was hard-pressed to come up with a reason she shouldn’t.
    Maybe the part about Joaquin being marked for death?
That was more than a little frightening. He was going legit with his businesses, though, and that was very admirable. Now if he could just get everyone else on board with his plans and off his back.
    Wiggling, she extricated herself from his embrace and turned over to study him. He looked gorgeous in the sunshine, the covers trailing over his bare ass, one muscular leg showing. His full lips were parted slightly, and he was breathing deeply. His hair, normally swept neatly back, was mussed, one shock falling over his eyes. It made him look so vulnerable, her heart hitched a little.
    Suddenly she felt uncertain about staying. It was morning, and the darkness was long gone. So she should probably get lost. If he wanted to see her again, she wasn’t hard to find. Reluctantly, she slipped from the bed and searched around for her clothes. After gathering them, she quietly got dressed and, giving him one last look, padded down the hallway.
    In the daylight she saw that his room was actually a suite—and a very expensive one, judging from the size and amenities. But where else could a billionaire be expected to stay but in a place fit for Donald Trump?
    As she stepped outside and closed the door behind her, it occurred to her to wonder where T-Bone had