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hall to the elevator. She glanced up, but he kept his gaze straight ahead.
    When the doors opened with a bing, Veronica's heart sank to see it nearly full with people from other offices also heading to lunch. She'd wanted to get her mouth on Vicente again, wanted to whisper all the thoughts she'd had while waiting for him. She felt a new tension in him as he released her arm to motion her into the elevator ahead of him. Did he feel the same disappointment?
    They rode side by side in silence, arms only brushing when someone else jostled them. The door opened into the lobby and she stepped out while he held the door for others. The sight of his thoughtfulness sent a different kind of warmth through her. She turned and scanned the street, to see if he'd called for Arthur and his car, but a fleet of black vehicles lined the street. She wouldn't recognize his car anyway.
    Then he was beside her and holding the glass door open for her. She stopped on the sidewalk and waited for guidance.
    "Are you hungry?” he asked.
    "I can't think about food right now."
    His dimples deepened and he took her hand. “I thought we'd go to the park, but...” He gestured to the gray, drizzly sky. “I have an idea.” And he turned in the opposite direction of the hotel, where her mind had already checked in and stripped him of his clothes.
    "Not the hotel?” she asked a bit breathlessly as she hurried behind him.
    "Laurie eats lunch at the restaurant next door every day. If she saw us..."
    She finished his thought when he trailed off. Everyone in the office would find out, and one of them would have to go. She wasn't ready to risk that consequence yet. They'd already risked too much at the office. “So, where?"
    "You'll see."
    They dodged traffic and swarms of people on the sidewalk heading for lunch, and the next thing she knew, she was trotting up the stairs to the museum, along with hundreds of tourists and flocks of school kids.
    Her expectations fell away and she pushed every thought of sex out of her head, because it didn't appear to be happening this afternoon. Vicente removed his wallet without releasing her hand, flashed a card to one of the ticket-takers, and led her toward the elevator. Thank God. Her thighs were still burning from the run up the stairs to the museum.
    "Vicente, where—?"
    Again, they were not alone in the elevator. Three elderly couples, obviously together, eyed the two of them suspiciously even as Vicente flashed a charming grin. As the doors closed, he pulled Veronica back against his chest, wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled her ear.
    All those thoughts of sex zipped right back to the forefront as his hardening cock nudged her ass. But what was he thinking? The museum?
    The couples exited on the next floor, and were replaced by a young mother with two babies in a stroller. Vicente splayed his hand over Veronica's stomach, tucking her more firmly against him as he greeted the young woman and pressed the button for the floor she requested. Veronica resisted the urge to rub up and down the length of him, though her pussy heated, ached to feel him inside her.
    "We are never going to have this elevator alone, if that's what you're hoping for,” she murmured when the woman pushed the stroller off at the next floor. Several other people waited to get on.
    He nudged her toward the door, his hands on her waist. “Turn right."
    She pressed through the people entering the elevator, losing his touch, then swiveled to see him exit, a slight smile quirking his lips when he turned, his eyes lighting when their gazes met. A woman could get used to a man looking at her like that.
    He caught up to her, grabbed her hand and led the way down the hall, down a smaller one, and a smaller one still, until they were alone and the room was silent except for the buzz of the security system.
    "Vicente."
    He pivoted, crowding her into an alcove, until her back was against the wall and his arms framed her head. “All I could