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“Okay,” was all he said and moved toward the hallway leading to the private elevators with me a step behind him. His security and another set of Secret Service agents followed us, and although I wanted to be alone with Veer, I knew it was for the best.

We’d ended our intimate relationship for good earlier today, and it would break the necessary distance if we were in a room without supervision.

As we entered the elevators, I moved to a back corner, and then Veer came to stand next to me. His finger grazed my hand, making my breath hitch. He glanced my way but said nothing.

He cupped the back of my neck, and as he brought his palm down, it settled on the hollow of my back. His slightest touch sent a flood of desire through my core, and the throb of need I felt whenever he was near came fully awake.

Shit, there was too much sexual tension floating between us.

I tried to sidestep but ended up pressed against the wall of the cab with Veer even closer to me. I looked down at my hands and caught the distinct bulge underneath the front seam of Veer’s pants.

I almost cupped him, wanting to squeeze his long, hard length; instead I restrained myself and folded my arms.

Fuck, I was in serious trouble.

The agents in front of us shifted and gave each other looks. I cringed inside. They had to have sensed the tension behind them.

The moment the lift opened, they stepped out and directed us to Veer’s suite.

“Governor, when you are ready to return let us know. We will remain outside.”

They waited for us to enter and immediately shut the door. The room was nothing less than what I’d expect of a hotel owned by Kevin. It was over-the-top elegance without looking gaudy. The floor-to-ceiling windows gave a breathtaking view of Central Park and the city that never slept.

The interior was a mix of modern, clean lines and small touches that kept the room from looking industrial.

“I’ll get you a drink.” I moved to the bar cart near the wall of windows. My hands shook as I picked up a decanter and poured a rich amber liquid into a tumbler.

“Jaci,” Veer crooned from behind me, and my heartbeat jumped. “Stop.”

I paused, setting the decanter down. However, I refused to turn and look in his direction.

“Veer, we can’t.”

“Can’t what, Jacinta?” He gripped my shoulder, and I closed my eyes.

Shit, shit, shit.

My cleft grew damp, and my clit began to swell, as did my breasts against the confines of my dress.

He’d made love to me at least four times on our drive to New York City, and still, I hadn’t gotten him out of my system. With a few words, I was ready and willing for him.

“Turn around,” he commanded, and without thought, I moved.

His eyes were molten gold and reflected the desire I felt.

We stood staring at each other for what felt like hours. Then in a frenzied shift, we reached for each other and our lips collided.

“Veer,” I gasped as his tongue pushed past my lips.

I shoved his jacket off his shoulders and tugged his shirt free of his waistband. I tried to unfasten his buttons but got frustrated and yanked the shirt open, sending studs everywhere.

The second his upper body was bare, I threaded my fingers into his hair. Before I knew it, my back hit a wall.

He bunched my dress over my hips and pulled my legs to wrap around his waist. He kissed down my throat and his hands massaged my breast, causing a pained, guttural cry of need to escape my mouth.

My soaked pussy screamed for Veer, and I wasn’t sure what to do to get him to forgo foreplay and fuck me.

“This is going to be hard and fast.”

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