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“What kind of fun?” I ask suspiciously. “The kind that results with me underneath you yelling ahhh…ahhhhh…ohhhh?” I make my exaggerated O-face and then burst into tears laughing at my own jokes.

Graham’s eyes darken and narrow. “Teasing me never ends well.”

“Or maybe you will fuck me right here.” I cover my mouth with my hand. It must be my deprivation talking. I’m not usually this bold in public. Correction, I amneverthis brazen.

He reaches for my hand and pulls me toward the front of the shop. He fishes his wallet out of his pocket and tosses a handful of one-hundred-dollar bills to the worker behind the desk.

“Cancel the chocolate bath,” he says and then drags me out of the spa area.

“Graham!” I yell, trying to slow him down. “I want that chocolate thing. I love me some chocolate. What type of chocolate experience is it? Was it a couple’s thing? Do we get to sample chocolates? Why are we canceling it?”

“Another time, Angie.”

“Where are we going? I don’t have clothes on under this thing,” I say, waving my sash around, accidentally exposing my bare thighs in the process. “My belongings are—”

“Fine. They are fine. Let’s go.”

Graham takes me through several doors that require his keycard that he has tucked away in his upper breast pocket of his suit coat. I guess being an owner makes it easy to avoid the general patrons who visit the hotel. He tugs me along to a private elevator and smashes the number for the fifteenth floor.

“Where are we going? I love chocolate.” I pout. “Now I’m craving chocolate. No part of this seems fair!”

“Well, then you should have thought twice before you got bold and horny.”

“You think the latter is a choice or something. You show up looking mighty sexy fine in your power suit with your brooding eyebrows and your chiseled jaw and that look.”

“What look?” he asks, obviously amused.

“The look.”

His eyes smolder. “This one?”

I nod. “You look like a caveman.”

He chuckles and flips me up over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Hey!”

“Just fleshing out your fantasies, sweetheart. You wanted caveman. I’ll give you caveman.”

I yelp as his hand smacks my ass, making me jump. He is in the best kind of mood right now, and the anticipation of what he’s going to do to me has me excited.

The elevator opens, and he carries me down the hall to room 1565. He opens it with a new card and walks us inside with such ease that I want to ask how many times he has done this before. But why ruin the moment now?

The place is spacious and immaculate. The color scheme is all neutrals, with punches of red.

“You had this planned the whole time?”

“What makes you say that?” he asks slyly, placing me back on my feet.

“You have a key!” I call out, pointing to it, like I just discovered the big mystery.

“I knew we would end up here, yes.” He moves toward the master bed and starts removing his coat, tie, and belt. “But you rushed all my plans.”

“No, I didn’t,” I say, my hands propped up on my hips.

He turns and rakes his eyes down my body. A fierce need radiates from him. He is hungry. And I think I know what he wants his food source to be.

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