Page 18 of Turmoil's Target

And a man who’s good with his hands, who’s not afraid to get down and dirty?

Let’s just say that only makes him more appealing in my book.

I picture those strong, calloused hands roaming over my body, gripping my hips as he shows me exactly what he’s capable of.

A rush of heat floods through me at the thought.

Down girl, I chastise myself silently.

Business first, then pleasure.

And Abe? He’s shaping up to be one hell of a pleasurable distraction.

One I fully intend to indulge in—thoroughly and repeatedly.

“Well, I think that’s sexy as hell,” I purr, leaning into him and boldly trailing a hand up his denim-clad thigh. “I admire a man who knows his way around...big equipment.”

Abe’s eyes darken with desire as they meet mine, a muscle in his jaw ticking. “Oh trust me baby, I’m an expert in handling the biggest, baddest machines...” His voice is a sinful promise. “I’ll be happy to show you later. Give you a very personal, very thorough demonstration...”

His words send a jolt of pure lust straight to my core.

God, it’s been way too long since I’ve been properly handled by a real man.

And Abe? He’s exuding raw, masculine energy.

I have no doubt he could show me the night of my life.

Emboldened by the electric chemistry crackling between us, I throw caution to the wind.

I don’t think I can wait any longer.

Leaning in close, I whisper suggestively in his ear, letting my lips graze the sensitive skin of his neck. “What do you say we get out of here?”

Abe’s hand tightens on my shoulder in response, pulling my body flush against his.

I run a hand over his inner thigh, brushing against his cock.

I can feel the evidence of his growing arousal and it makes me ache with need.

“I’d say that sounds like the best damn idea I’ve heard all night,” he rumbles, his lips curving up in a wicked grin that promises all sorts of pleasure.

“Perfect. I’ll get us a room next door.” I grab his hand and give Rita a discreet nod, letting her know not to wait up, before tugging Abe toward the exit with single-minded intent.

The elevator ride is charged with energy, the air practically sizzling with pent-up desire as we keep our hands to ourselves, mindful of the cameras.

The second the door to the hotel room closes behind us, all bets are off.

Abe prowls toward me, his gaze raking over my body with blatant appreciation. “Fuck, you look good enough to eat in that dress,” he rasps, backing me up against the wall. “Once I get my hands on you, once I get a taste...”

He buries his face in my neck, inhaling deeply. “I won’t be able to stop. I’ll want to devour every inch of you...again and again and again.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” I challenge breathlessly, my body already thrumming with anticipation. “Stop talking about it and fucking do it already. Devour me, Abe. I’m all yours, ready for the taking.”

His answering growl is my only warning before his mouth crashes into mine in a bruising, claiming kiss.

As his hands work to divest me of my dress, his words echo in my head— seconds, thirds, fourths.

I have a feeling we’re both in for a long, deliciously exhausting night, and I can’t fucking wait.

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