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“Thanks.”

“Let’s eat.”

We ate the excellent meal, and I enjoyed Tessa’s assessment of the Langston Denver. She’d also taken numerous notes for the future spa upgrade at the Langston Windward.

Then I saw her shiver. I realized that now that the sun had gone down, drenching Denver in nighttime, the temperature had dropped.

“Come here.” I rose and held out my hand. “Let’s sit by the fire.”

She took my hand and fluttered her eyelashes. “But there’s only one chair.”

I dropped into it. “Guess we’ll have to share.” I pulled her onto my lap.

She snuggled into me. She smelled like jasmine, lime, and other pretty, mysterious smells.

There was a basket of throw blankets resting beside the chair and I pulled one over us. The terrace was situated so it was as private as possible. There was metal latticework on either side, covered in vines, which gave us privacy from the neighboring buildings.

She pressed a kiss to the side of my neck. “I’m glad you asked me to come on this trip.”

I touched her hair. “Me too. I especially liked getting seduced in my office while on a call.”

She shot me an unrepentant grin.

I stroked a hand up her leg. “I’ve been wanting to test how smooth your skin is all day.”

She shivered. I caressed her calf, behind her knee, her thigh. My hand disappeared under the skirt of her dress.

She sucked in a deep breath. “It makes sense for the CEO…” I toyed with the edge of her panties and her breath hitched “… to want to check the quality of the work at his hotel.”

I stroked her over the lace and felt her dampen for me. My beautiful, responsive Tessa. “You’re very soft. And very smooth.”

As I stroked her, she pressed her head back against my shoulder, her hips shifting restlessly.

I kept the blanket over us, and hooked a finger in her panties and dragged them down her legs.

“Ro…”

I loved hearing the need in her voice.

The need for me.

Her hand slid around my neck, her fingers biting into my skin. Her ass moved urgently on my lap.

I turned my head and claimed her mouth. I let her take the lead—her tongue in my mouth, thrusting deep, claiming me.

Groaning, I fought the urge to strip her naked and sink into her. My cock was throbbing painfully. A part of me was conscious that we were outside. I’d grown up with the press taking too much interest in my life. I’d seen pictures of my father in compromising positions that had made me want to bleach my eyes. I’d never put Tessa in that kind of situation.

I glanced around again. The terrace was private, but I wasn’t putting her on display. The blanket was staying firmly in place.

She squirmed, her hips moving in circles, grinding on my fingers and cock.

So damn hot and sexy.

I stroked her, then slid two fingers inside her. She gasped against my mouth.

“Is all this wet for me?”

“Yes,” she panted.