Page 107 of David's Proposal

Him and me.

He avoids a puddle as he heads this way.

He knows exactly where to come, which makes me think he and the woman at the reception desk are not entirely strangers.

I’m not saying he has stopped here before.

I’m just saying he walks straight here.

I slide back and sit on the bed, waiting for him to get to the door. Almost counting the seconds, and his steps.

A knock on the door follows, and I clear my throat, push to my feet, take a long breath, and get ready.

My heart beats maniacally in my chest.

Smoothly I wrap my hand around the doorknob and slide the door open.

He first looks away, his back turned to the entrance before he shifts his eyes to me and pivots to me, his hands in his pockets, his dress shirt open, no tie this time.

Our eyes meet before he drags his gaze down without a word. Slowly, he takes inventory of my heels and dress.

I’m dressed to have fun, whether or not some money is involved.

I straighten and push the door slightly more open so he can see better.

While he’s still on a surveillance mission, I’m doing some surveillance myself.

He looks so damn sexy in his suit with his shirt open at the neckline. Some of his wild virility is concealed when he wears ties and goes for proper looks.

But now there’s nothing proper in his looks.

His eyes burn like embers, and he has a hungry look on his face. It dawns on me he might like this too much. It also dawns on me that I might like it as well.

He removes his hand from his pocket, brings his finger to my chest and runs it down to open my jacket and take a better look at my body.

His eyes flicker with pleasure when he touches my chest and drives his hand down past my navel.

He retrieves his other hand from his pocket and slides my jacket off.

He drops it on the floor by the door.

The cold air moves over my body, raising goosebumps across my skin.

The cold sensation is fleeting as he slides his hands to my neck and runs his palms down.

The shoulders of my dress fall under his touch before he scoops out my breasts.

My lips part with a gasp when he touches me, kneads my chest, and rubs my nipples, sending arrows of pleasure between my legs.

We’re still in the doorway with the door open, his hands moving over my body, my pleasure soaring.

“David…” I murmur warningly.

What if a late night guest pulls enters the parking lot.

He snakes his arm around my waist and pulls me into him, his breath searing my lips.

Half naked, with only my hair concealing my bare breasts and his hands and now lips on me, I fall into his chest.

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