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  “You’re distracted,” she accused, pushing his hands away.

  “No, I’m not.”

  “You aren’t even looking at me, Jason.”

  He grabbed a pillow, took off the case, and tossed it over the camera in the corner.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I don’t want us to be disturbed.”

  She wrinkled her nose. “It never seemed to bother you before.”

  But before it was on his own terms. “This time, I want you all to myself.” His statement seemed to mollify her somewhat, which was good. He didn’t want her to think that he didn’t want her. Nothing could be further from the truth. Perhaps there was a way out of this mess. A way he could keep Ari and himself safe from scandal and where he didn’t have to part with such a large amount of money.

  “I refuse to be cast aside, Jason.”

  “You aren’t.” He returned to her shoulders. “You won’t be.”

  She made a noncommittal sound. “If I can’t have your full attention—”

  “I’ve just been very busy with my business,” he said. “The media frenzy from your non-wedding has spilled over to the other hotel chains in the area.” He slid his fingers lower, until they hovered over where her breasts began to swell. “Reporters have started hanging outside Stone Suites and a few other chains, hoping to gather information. Everyone wants to know where the Perconti heiress is hiding.” He bent down until his lips were level with her ear. “But don’t worry. I’ll never tell a soul about our little secret.”

  * * *

  Ari closed her eyes and shivered as desire rushed through her bloodstream. “Then you aren’t trying to get rid of me?”

  “Of course not.” He sounded appalled as he slipped his fingers lower. “You’re just being paranoid. Any man would be insane not to want to be with you.”

  Ari didn’t want the attention of any man. She wanted the attention of Jason. She had come here for flirtation and fun, but so far all she had done was have a romp in the laundry room like some common maid and wait for him in the honeymoon suite. She had expected more of him, and was beginning to think that coming here was a mistake. This wasn’t the Jason she had craved back in the cab. This Jason seemed more serious and aloof.

  She pulled away from his grasp and walked over to the security camera. With a flick of the wrist, she tugged the pillowcase from its position and let it fall to the floor.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Security cameras never stopped us before.”

  He moved toward the pillowcase, but she stopped him.

  “No.”

  “Ari, people can see—”

  “We’ve had sex in this hotel many times before and not once have you been concerned about the security cameras.” She sat back down in her chair and crossed her arms. “What is this really about, Jason? Tell me, or you can leave and don’t bother coming back.”

  Jason stilled, and Ari sensed a growing tension in the room. She wondered if she’d pressed too hard. She knew that she walked a fine line. They had agreed never to talk about their outside lives when they were together, but he was so obviously distressed, and wasn’t behaving normally. Whatever was going on needed to be dealt with before Leo arrived. She needed to have Jason’s full attention and support if she was ever going to stand up to her brother.

  After a long moment, Jason moved behind her once more. His features softened as his fingers returned to her shoulders. “I told you, Ari.” He slid his fingers under her robe, touching her skin once more. “It’s just work. You need to stop worrying about what goes on outside these doors. It’s not important. The only thing that’s important is what I want to do to you.”

  “I’m serious, Jason.” He was trying to change the subject. She had seen him use the classic misdirection technique many times with reporters and hated to think that he put her in the same category.

  “So am I.” He slid his hands down her chest and covered her breasts, causing her to groan. “Lean back.” He slid her robe lower, exposing her entire upper body.

  She slid down in her seat and rested her head against the back of the chair. “You’re not going to distract me. Something’s going on and I want to—” Ari yelped as Jason pulled her chair back, toward him.

  “Put your legs up on the table,” he commanded.

  “Jason—”

  “Just do it.”

  She nibbled her lower lip and raised her feet up onto the table.

  “Good,” he soothed. “Now spread them apart.” He placed his hands between her thighs and helped her move into position. “There,” he said when he was finished. “Look at that gorgeous woman in the mirror.”

  Ari blinked at her reflection. At this angle, her entire body was exposed. Embarrassed, she started to close her legs, but Jason held them apart.

  “No,” he commanded. “Leave them open.” When she relaxed, he moved to her side and slid his fingers up the inside of her left thigh. “What do you see?”

  She shrugged. “I don’t know.” A party girl, a socialite, a hotel heiress, all of the labels felt wrong on her. She was so much more than any of those things. Why couldn’t anyone see that?

  “I’ll tell you what I see.” He reached the top of one leg, skipped over her folds, and caressed his way down the other. “I see a gorgeous and desirable woman, one I think about every waking moment of the day.”

  “You do?”

  “Of course. Trust me, Ari, if I could have gotten away earlier, I would have.”

  “You could have called, or sent a messenger.”

  “I didn’t think about that. All I was concerned with was finishing as fast as I could so I could return to you.”

  Her disbelief must have shown on her face, because he smiled and resumed touching her inner thighs.

  “It’s true,” he said as he slid closer to her mound. The muscles in her core tightened in anticipation, but once again he skipped over her folds and traced a path down the other leg.

  “Then why the pillowcase? I thought you enjoyed having sex in public places because of the fear of being caught.”

  “I do.” He hesitated, then resumed his assault on her body. “I just had been thinking about you all night. For once I wanted to have you all to myself.”

  “We tried that once, remember? Neither one of us liked it very much.”

  He thought for a moment, while his hands massaged her breasts. Ari bit back a groan as he tugged on her sensitive nipples. “The lake house?”

  “You remember.”

  He smiled. “Of course, I could never forget our first vacation. And you’re right. I’ve been working most of the night and am not thinking clearly. I’m sorry.”

  They had been at the lake house for only a weekend, but it was one of the best of her life. She and Jason had swum naked in the New Hampshire water, ate barbeque off the back deck, and had sex in every room of his twenty-room vacation home. She twisted her lips into a half-smile. “You’re forgiven.”

  He massaged her for a few moments more, quietly turning her body into a steamy pool of need. “Ever think about what someone would see if they walked in on us now?” he asked as he slipped his hand up her leg. “For example, what if someone walked in at this moment and saw me doing this?” He brushed his fingers against her folds. The brief contact sent bolts of pleasure up through her center, causing her to gasp and grip the chair with both hands.

  “Jason—”

  “Or this?” He leaned closer and flicked his tongue over her nipple. Ari watched him through the mirror as pleasure swept through her body.

  “I’ll tell you what would happen. Anyone who stumbled in on us would become as fascinated as I am with your body.” He scraped his teeth against her nipple, causing a sharp pang of pain to pierce her pleasure. Then he rolled her sensitive tip around his tongue, quickly soothing away the hurt.

  Ari parted her lips as her need escalated. She glanced down in the mirror and saw that her aching mound had become damp. Moisture glistened alo
ng her folds and she resisted the urge to reach down and alleviate some of her ache.

  “Never doubt how much I want you, Ari,” Jason said as he moved to the other breast and completed the same delicious torture. As her body alternated between pleasure and pain, he continued to stroke her inner thighs, always coming close, but never touching where she needed him to be.

  “Jason,” she gasped as he nipped her other breast.

  “That’s it, princess,” he whispered. “Talk to me. I love the sound of your voice.” He nipped harder, then laved her nipple until she started wiggling in her chair.

  “Oh, God, Jason. Please.”

  “Please—what?”

  “I need you.”

  “I could never deny a beautiful woman her request.” He raised his head and met her gaze through the mirror as he inched his hand closer to the apex between her thighs. Ari held her breath as he hovered over her mound, not touching, but close enough so that she could feel the heat of his fingers.

  “No,” he said as he moved away. “Not yet.” He stood and walked behind her.

  “Where are you going?”

  “I don’t think you truly understand how desirable you are, or how other women envy you.” He reached down and placed her hands over her breasts. “Touch yourself for me.”

  She watched his features as she did as she was asked. His eyes darkened, and his expression alternated between possessive and hungry. The more Ari touched herself, the more intense he became. After a long moment, he moved behind her. Ari watched him through the mirror as he took off his shoes, cracked open the door to the hallway, and jammed his shoe in it.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Adding to the excitement,” he murmured as he returned to her side.

  Ari widened her eyes. While they’d had sex in public before, it was always behind a locked door, or in a forgotten alcove. Never had they been so exposed. “But the staff—”

  “Are loyal to me. They won’t do anything.”

  “Are you sure? What if they talk to the tabloids, or take a picture? I’m sure a picture of me now, when combined with information about my whereabouts, would be worth a lot of money. What if a guest comes—”

  “The other rooms on this floor are being renovated, Ari. No one is around.”

  “The contractors—”

  “Won’t be on site for another hour at least.”

  “Is this the same person who threw a pillowcase over the camera?”

  “I changed my mind.” He started to close the distance between them. “You’re losing focus. Pinch harder.”

  She did, and curled her toes as pleasure speared her core. “Oh, God.” All thoughts of embarrassment and reporters faded, replaced by desire.

  “You let me worry about the risk,” he said as she rubbed her palms over her nipples. “Now stop thinking about the ‘what ifs’ and focus on the moment.” A seductive smile spread over his lips. “Remember our game from the laundry room?”

  Did she ever. She’d thought she was going to explode from the excitement. She nodded to Jason as he crouched down so his head was next to hers.

  “I want another round.” He covered her right hand, pushing it flat against her breast. “Starting now.”

  He scraped his teeth against her ear. Adrenaline rushed through Ari’s bloodstream as she realized that anyone could walk in at any moment and see them …

  “You’re so reckless,” she whispered right before he covered her lips with his. His outrageous behavior was what she loved the most about him. Jason was always pushing her to overcome her fears. So what if someone walked in? She didn’t have her makeup on, and her hair covered half her face, so all they would see was Jason, giving pleasure to a mystery woman. Adrenaline blasted through her center as she realized how much of a risk they were taking. The jolt of energy fueled her desire, causing her skin to heat.

  Jason broke the kiss and cupped her knee. With a devilish smile, he put the finger of his free hand to his lips then eased her legs farther apart. Ari glanced behind her at the door, and noticed that they were still alone, but for how long?

  Jason slipped his fingers up the back of her leg, drawing her attention back to him. Ari inched down on the chair and spread her knees wider apart, silently urging him to touch her everywhere.

  “That’s it,” he whispered. “Watch yourself. See what others will see if they walk into the room. What I see.” He inched his hand up and brushed his fingers over the top of her folds.

  Ari groaned as a sense of urgency welled up inside of her. “This is hardly fair,” she whispered.

  Jason raised his brows as he got down on his knees and took off his suit jacket, tie, and shirt.

  Excitement rippled through her. “You’re going to torture me, but I won’t be able to do the same to you.”

  He shifted his gaze to her breasts as a hungry look passed through his features. “You’d like to touch me?” he murmured.

  “Yes.”

  “To have people watch you touch me?”

  “Yes.”

  “And you will, considering you survive the first round…” He ducked under her leg and positioned himself until he was eye level with her mound.

  “Jason—”

  He brushed his fingers over her sensitive skin once more, causing another round of need to pump through her veins. “Watch me, Ari,” he whispered. “See what a bystander would see.”

  Ari jerked her gaze up to the mirror as Jason dipped his head and slid his tongue between her folds.

  Pleasure burst up through her center, making her dizzy. She groaned and kneaded her breasts, letting the sensations roll through her system.

  Jason tapped the glass behind him, and then, using his fingers, spread her apart and slid his tongue around the rim of her opening.

  “Yes,” she whispered. Desire spiraled around her muscles, pulling them tight with need. Jason slid his tongue around and around, never letting up on his sweet torture. Ari watched his head move in the mirror and loved the erotic picture they made. She glanced at the doorway, and still found it empty.

  Jason leaned back and pushed his finger into her center. “Such a dirty little princess.” He leaned forward and slid his tongue around her opening, collecting the moisture as he moved his finger in and out of her body. “I love it.”

  “Yes.” Ari curled her toes as another round of pleasure slammed into her body. She tried to inch closer, but was unable to from her position. She leaned back on the chair and kept one eye on Jason, and another on the door. She imagined someone walking in on them and watching Jason pleasure her body. On impulse, she let go of her breasts and threaded her fingers through his hair. Both seeing and feeling him move between her legs heightened the pleasure. The air became thick and heavy as tension built. Groaning, she urged him to move faster.

  Jason quickened his movements, exchanging one finger for two. He moaned as he slipped his tongue over her skin, as if he was enjoying the act as much as she.

  Ari tried to widen her legs and give him better access, but she couldn’t from this position. Frustrated, she tightened her grip in his hair as her body started to climb toward that unseen goal.

  Ari’s breathing quickened as she pinched her nipples harder. Jason slid his tongue up and rolled it over her clit, sending jolts of pleasure racing through her system. Higher and higher she went, until she felt herself hover on the edge of something amazing.

  Then Jason adjusted his hands and touched a sensitive spot deep inside her core. Ari bit down hard on her lip to keep from crying out his name as her orgasm slammed into her body. The world faded away into ecstasy as every muscle in her body was enveloped in bliss.

  As the last ripples of her joy faded away, Jason retreated, eased her feet down off the table, and tugged her into a standing position.

  “You are so beautiful when you come,” he whispered in her ear.

  “No one won that round,” she whispered back. “Now it’s my turn.”

  He flashed her a seductive smi
le. “I’m not done with you yet.” He slid his hands down her waist and grabbed her ass. Ari yelped as he lifted her into the air and set her on the edge of the table.

  “Be careful, you might draw the attention of someone out in the hall.” He winked as he pulled something out of his pocket and handed it to her. “Hold this.”

  Ari struggled not to make a sound as she took the condom and watched him peel the rest of his clothes from his body.

  “Thanks, princess.” Taking the condom from her fingers, he opened it and shoved it over his length. “Now, for the next part of the round.” He pulled her legs apart and positioned himself at her opening.

  “Cheater,” she whispered as he slid into her.

  “I always play to win.” His smile faltered as he retreated and thrust once more. “God, Ari, you’re so wet.”

  “What? I can’t hear you.” She grabbed onto his shoulders to steady herself.

  “Nice try.” Jason leaned forward, leveraging himself against the edge of the table. “Lean back,” he commanded.

  Ari leaned back until her head bumped into the mirror.

  “That’s it.” He retreated and then thrust once more. “Just like that.” Again and again he pushed himself inside of her, each time thrusting a little harder. “So beautiful,” he repeated. “And all mine.”

  Ari curled her fingers into his back and spread her legs wide apart. She loved it when he lost control like this, it felt so wild and primal. She glanced over his shoulder and saw the doorway was still empty. She imagined someone standing there, watching them. Ari arched her back as she pictured the stranger’s look of surprise turning into lust. “Yes.” She dug her nails into his back as need pumped through her veins.