Page 52 of False Evidence

JT followed his gorgeous date into the suite, enjoying both the sway of her ass and her oohs and ahhs as she took in the luxurious room that had an office area, living room, dining room, and separate bedroom.

She set the wine bottle on the table and then drifted from one area in the suite to another, her hand lightly touching the various items that decorated the space.

Much as he’d hoped the evening would go this direction, he hadn’t really expected she’d take the leap. He’d have been content with dinner out and a goodnight kiss at the Metro station, but this was so much better.

She picked up the cordless phone from the desk and quickly dialed a number. “Hey. It’s me. I won’t be home tonight. If there’s an emergency and you absolutely must reach me, you can call this number.” She then read the number printed on the phone, gave the room number, and hung up.

“I like how you made it clear you didn’t want to be disturbed unless it’s an emergency.”

“She’s been known to call because she can’t find her sunglasses.”

“And did you know where her sunglasses were?”

“Well, yeah. I’d put them in the case by the front door where they belong.”

“Have you lived with her for a while?”

She nodded. “My roommate in the dorm freshman year. We’ve lived together ever since.”

He wanted to ask how they were getting along since Friday night, but was certain she didn’t want to touch that topic tonight. This was their fresh start. He wouldn’t blow it.

He stepped in front of her and touched her chin. She lifted her face to his. He stared into those gorgeous blue eyes framed by thick, dark lashes, waiting for permission.

Her lips curved, and she gave the slightest of nods. He lowered his mouth to hers. He started easy and gentle, and she responded in kind.

It was a sweet exploration. Slow meeting of lips and tongues. He could kiss her like this for hours. Which was good, because he intended to only use his mouth to pleasure her tonight. Well, mouth and hands.

Oh, what he hoped to get to do with his mouth and hands.

He raised his head and enjoyed her dreamy expression as she kept her eyes closed. Her lips were open and wet, and he wanted to explore again, but there was plenty of time for that.

“Want to see the room service menu?”

“Do we have to waste time eating?”

He chuckled. “Making sure I get food is part of the cow price.”

Her body shook with laughter. Rubbing against him in all the best ways.“Five magic beans should do it, then.”

He nipped at her neck. “Did you bring magic beans?”

“Sadly, no. I guess we’re stuck with room service.”

“We’ll just have to suffer through it.” He released her and went to the settee to grab the menu.

She made her selection for a main course and nothing else, leaving him to choose appetizers, salads, and desserts. “You okay with something other than a muffin?”

“Of course. But we don’t need so much food.”

“Indulge me.”

She leaned into him and kissed his cheek. “Thank you. I think this date is going really well so far.”

He caught her around the waist and kissed her collarbone. “I think so too.” He cupped her butt. “After I place the order, we’re going to dance.” He stepped back and nudged her away. “Now scoot. I need to place the order, and they’ll probably need me to confirm my name.”

She took off for the bedroom, leaving him alone to make the call. It was strangely hot that she didn’t care to know who he was. He was so used to women only being interested in him forwhohe was. This was a novelty. He was even blatantly showing her his wealth, and while she might enjoy it tonight, it wasn’t changing her attitude.

He made the call, then went to the living room and set up his iPod in the speaker dock as he called out, “It’s safe to come out, Muffin.”

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