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His fingertips slip under mydress.

He caresses me with an impossible softtouch.

It wakes up every tired part ofmybody.

It dissolves my desire forsleep.

The only thing I wantisKit.

Myhusband.

Fuck, I'm never going to get tired ofthinkingthat.

I rock my hipsagainsthis.

I tug athishair.

I kiss himharder.

I'm about to tear off his suit when the elevator doorsslideopen.

"Congratulations." A stranger's voice flows into the tinyspace.

My cheeks flame as I pull back. "Thank you." I nod to the stranger, an older man withhiswife.

They lookhappy.

Like they're celebrating theiranniversary.

Like they've been in love for thirtyyears.

Kit nods his ownthank youas he takes my hand and pulls me into thehallway.

I practically run tofollowhim.

I love this dress, but I want outofit.

Now.

He stops at the end of the hall, pulls a keycard from his pocket, unlocks the door. "You want to do this,right?"

"Huh?"

He smiles. "Come here." He kicks thedooropen.

Then he's sliding his arms around me, lifting me, holding me against hischest.

I squeal as he carries me over thethreshold.

The door slams shutbehindus.

The room comes intofocus.

It's a huge suite, with a plush king bed, a soft teal sofa, a balcony with a view of the ocean and thestars.

The sky isbeautiful.

But there's only one thing in the roomIwant.

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