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Guess I was wrong.

I just hope Jasmine is getting all of this on her phone.

If nothing else, it’s pretty damning stuff against them both. Coupled with my own defense evidence so far, I’d say they’ve just screwed themselves.

No blowjob required.

The sound of a phone ringing makes me gasp out loud, and I think I might’ve blown our cover but Karen picks up, talking sharply to the concierge on the suite’s intercom.

“Four glasses? What are you talking about… what do you…?”

The clatter of plastic as she hangs up is matched by her heels on the floor.

“What now?” James whines, but Karen’s already opened the front door.

“That was room service wanting to know, if we needed extra glasses, if we needed the maid! Somebody else’s already been here,” she hisses.

I feel my heart rate pick up, making a fist and ready to deal with James the old fashioned way, but as quickly as it all happened, they’re both gone.

The suite door slams behind them and there’s silence.

I feel Jasmine waiting just as long as I do, checking the coast really is clear before even moving.

Before saying a single word.

“What the hell was all that?” Jasmine finally says, making me jump again at the sound of a voice echoing down the hall.

I’ve never been so wound up before today.

Any other day, I’d just think it was from being double-crossed, set up by my business partner.

But as soon as we’re alone again, I realize it’s something else.

Relief.

The firm can go screw itself, I know I haven’t done anything wrong. I most likely have the evidence I need to prove that now too.

But it’s knowing she’s really here, that she’s really going to be mine that has my heart in my throat.

“Maddox?” she asks, drawing close to me and I reach out for her, pulling her in tight as I hug her.

“Tell me you got that,” I ask her, loving her more than ever when I feel her head nod against my chest.

“Yeah, but what the hell is going on?” she adds.

Ignoring my fresh arousal from her pressing against me, I hold her at arm’s length, smiling before I kiss her.

“Your boss and my business partner. That’s what’s been going on, plus who knows how many others.”

She still looks confused.

“I gathered that, but what does it all mean? What have they done and why is it your problem?”

I gently pry her phone from her hand and play back what I hope she managed to capture.

And she did. It’s all there, everything we both heard and she saw just now.

I breathe a little sigh of relief.

“It means…” I start to say, trying to figure out most of it in my own mind. “That James Hunter has used Karen Singleton to infiltrate the board of our firm, the finances and plenty else, planting misinformation about me the whole way. Making me look like a thief and criminal while he plans to take over the firm without me.”

“Which is why you had so many visitors this morning,” Jasmine muses.

“Exactly, but…” I take her hands in mine.

“But?” she asks, her eyes getting a look I much prefer on her.

“But I really don’t care about any of that right now. I just care about you, us,” I tell her, and I mean it.

“You think they’ll be back?” Jasmine asks, softening to the mood I’m broadcasting, my hands tracing her hair back from her face while hers find the front of my robe and slip inside.

“I wouldn’t think so, but,” I stifle a groan, distracted by both her hands working my aching hardness again.

Her eyes dance in a silent question.

“But what about this suite? If those two clowns were up here, who knows who else might turn up,” I groan, yielding to her touch as my own hands find her stiffening chest under her robe.

She trembles as my fingers find her pebbled nipples, as hard as I am for her.

“I don’t think we’re going anywhere, Maddox. Not until you finish what you’ve started… down here,” she whispers, guiding one of my hands down between her legs.

Her forwardness surprises and pleases me. I know she’s right, I can’t think of anything right now except claiming what’s mine. Giving Jasmine what she needs so badly and showing her just how much she means to me.

Hungrier for each other more than ever before, I lift her up in one swift movement. Her legs warm and smooth, hooking around me through our robes which have fallen open as I walk us both to the front door.

I bolt the door.

“No more interruptions,” I promise her as she purrs softly, grinding herself against my abs and working her way down, gasping when she feels the smooth, stiff heat of every inch I’m about to give to her.

Chapter Twelve

Jasmine

I’ll admit it takes a minute to get the thought of my boss out of my mind, but only just a minute.

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