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She reached the top of the stairs and quickly dropped her hand.
Before she could open it, he reached past her and threw the door open.
The moment she entered, she knew why she’d felt the weird sensation as she’d walked into the Executive Guest Suite.
Moving forward, she stopped in front of the glass wall, her heart hammering wildly in her throat as she looked down into the open space below.
“You were in this room when I came in.”It wasn’t a question.It was another certainty that stemmed from her soul.
“Yes.”His voice, hypnotic and sexy as hell, washed over her.
“You saw me.”
“Yes.”He was closer, close enough for her to smell him again.
“And you came downstairs?”
“I couldn’t not.”
She turned.He stood less than a pace away, those mesmerizing eyes on her.Again, his shoulders and his hands moved restlessly, as if he were physically restraining himself from touching her.
“So, what now?”
His gaze raked her from head to toe and back again.His lips parted and his tongue traced the inside of his lower lip.“Now you place your hands on the wall behind you and spread your legs.”
Stunned excitement rocked through her, but she forced herself to breathe, to remain lucid.“W… why would I want to do that?”
His smile was filled with pure sin.“For your drug search, of course.”
“What… what about Tracy?”
His smile disappeared.“She won’t be conducting the search.I brought you here because now I’ve seen you, now I have you, Bethany Green, I refuse to let anyone else touch you.”
He took that last step until they were a whisper apart.His head lowered and his nostrils flared as he breathed her in, the sharp tinge of need in his every exhale.“Are you ready?”he rasped.
She looked up at him, every nerve in her body tightening with need.
“No.You’re about to put your hands on me and I don’t even know your name.”
“My name is Zachary Savage.You can call me Zach.In fact, I prefer it.Because Zachary is too long for the many times I intend for you to scream my name when I make you come.”
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Sweet.Baby.Jesus.
“I don’t think you’re allowed to say that to your guests, Mr.Savage.”She was stunned that her voice sounded halfway normal because her brain was jumping with the shock of finding out who was stood in front of her.
Holy hell, she was talking to Zachary Savage!Although her brain had fired off that possibility when she’d first seen him, she’d discarded the idea because as captivating as the picture of him inTimehad been, it did him no justice at all in person.
This flesh and blood version was virile, charismatic, sexy as hell.This close, she could see the myriad expressions in his eyes as he looked at her.And the main expression made her clit throb.
“I don’t believe in playing coy games.And you’re not like the rest of the guests.”
“You’re very sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
“I know what I want.And I always get it.”
“Or everything you’ve just said you weren’t going to say could just be one huge, cocky line carefully designed to get you the same result.”