My hands twisted in the covers.
“So sweet. Just like I remember. The sweetest honey.” His hands slid under my ass, squeezing.
I rocked up into his devastating mouth. He sucked on my clit, then shifted to light, teasing licks. I moaned, whimpered, and stared blindly at the gauzy hangings above. Then I felt his fingers between my legs; they slid deep. I arched.
“Ro.” I was so close to coming.
“Fuck.” He sucked me harder, his fingers fucking me. “I’ve wanted so much to hear you say my name while we were doing this.” He lapped at me. “My biggest regret the night of the masquerade was that I didn’t know your name.” He closed his mouth on my clit and need battered me. “Come, Tessa.”
My climax hit in a wild rush—hot, almost painful. I sobbed out his name and everything went white as the pleasure washed over me.
When I could function again, I was lying wrecked on the bed. My limbs felt heavy, my belly warm. He looked down at me and looked very smug.
I smiled lazily.
He skimmed a hand up my thigh, rubbing teasing circles on my skin.
Mmm, I should probably care that I was practically naked and splayed out for him while he was still fully clothed. But the way my belly clenched, I decided it was just hot.
Plus, it gave me all kinds of ideas of what I wanted to do next. Starting with taking his clothes off.
That’s when I heard the squawk of the radio. Someone was calling my name.
Jolting, I sat up. “Shit.” I scrambled to the edge of the bed.
“Tessa, are you there?” a voice said over the radio.
Naked, I snatched it up. “I’m here, Archie.”
“We had problems with a food order and some things didn’t arrive. Chef Harvey is losing his mind.”
I sighed. Our chef wasn’t temperamental often, but when he did throw a tantrum, they were spectacular. I was the only one who could talk him down. “I’ll be there shortly.” I glanced at Ro.
“Duty calls.” He straightened.
My gaze arrowed straight to his erection. I couldn’t look away. He had a very large bulge in the front of his jeans. One I very much wanted to explore.
A finger curled under my jaw and tipped my face up. “You need to stop looking at me like that.”
“I wasn’t ready to cut this short.”
“I didn’t have a condom anyway.”
I blushed. “Um, I have some in my emergency kit.”
He smiled. “Of course you do. Watching you come was pleasure enough for me.”
I blushed even harder.
“I love this pale skin of yours.” He brushed the backs of his fingers over my cheek.
“Ro—”
“Don’t overanalyze, Tessa. This isn’t going away, and we’ll deal with it.” He smiled. “And we’ll have a very enjoyable time while we do that. This has nothing to do with our work. Neither of us is making any promises or having unrealistic expectations. And this hasnoimpact on the hotel or your job. Understood?”
He was using his bossy tone again. Funny that I sort of liked it now. “Understood.”
“We’d better get back so you can talk your chef off the ledge.”
