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dozen or so years.
    Still, the fact that she’d so cavalierly offered made her uneasy, and she was about to rescind when he resolved the issue for her.
    “Our room,” he said, holding up his winnings with one hand while slipping his free arm around her waist and pulling her close.
    “Ours?” The word sounded weak, and she had only his touch to blame. The man had already turned her ignition up high. The added heat generated as he pulled her close set her near to combusting.
    He urged them forward. “Come with me, Mrs. Smith.”
    She kept in step with him, fighting a smile, because she had never once bowed to convention and checked in to a hotel with a man under an assumed name. With this man, though, the idea seemed not only brilliant, but erotic. And full of infinite promise.
    They strolled through the casino toward the hotel registration desk, his thumb grazing her back, bare from the halter that tied at her neck and waist. Every few strokes, the tip of his thumb would ease below the waistband of her skirt, and each time it did, Lucia wanted to moan and beg.
    She didn’t show it, though. She prided herself on that. The intense lust was under the surface, as was his. He kept up the playful banter as they walked, his tempting finger the only clue that his mind was on a more decadent form of play.
    The dichotomy was overwhelming, and by the time they reached the front desk, she knew her panties were soaked. One touch, and she would surely come right there.
    Considering her desperate straits, the five-star service was much appreciated. She’d been in many hotels, but never in her life had she seen a hotel staff scurry so fast. This staff did, and all Dante had to do was ask. In less than five minutes, Mr. and Mrs. John Smith were booked into an executive suite on the twenty-fifth floor.
    She clasped his hand, practically dragging him to the elevators with a ferocity born of a need that she hadn’t experienced in a very long time. Had she ever felt this way about a man? This desperate? This out of control?
    Lucia was no stranger to lust. To wild passion and physical abandon. She was, after all, her father’s daughter. But the hard-hitting drive of pure sex—while decadently wonderful—had an edge to it unlike what she felt with this man. With him, she wanted . . . what?
    She didn’t know, and she told herself that there was nothing else to it. She wanted sex. That was all.
    Sex. Abandon. To lose herself in this man and in these few hours of freedom before she threw herself hard and heavy into her final assignment.
    She told herself all of that, and yet she didn’t quite believe it. Still, the truth hardly mattered at the moment, when all she wanted was to feel the press of his skin against hers. And as they moved toward the elevator bank, she barely even noticed the surroundings, the warm gold and dazzling gemstones little more than reflections of her own vibrant emotions.
    The mirrored elevator doors reflected their approach—and her need. She could see it in her own eyes, and saw it equally matched in his. And it was that glimpse into the depths of his own desperation that convinced her that she was right to simply go with this. Tomorrow, she could be Lucia again. Tonight, she would lose herself in the heat of anonymity.
    The doors opened, and they stepped on together. The car was empty, and they turned, their eyes catching for only a fraction of a second. That was all it took for ignition. He pulled her roughly to him, and she moaned, her body crying out with need. She pressed herself against him, her leg up, suspended by the press of his hand on her thigh. His fingers spayed along the bare skin under her skirt, just inches from her crotch. She pressed her mouth to his and wriggled shamelessly, desperate to feel his fingers stroking her and filling her.
    His mouth was hot and firm against hers, his tongue demanding entrance. She opened herself to him, delighting in the warm taste of him and the way his tongue