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Leaving the room with June felt strange. I was used to being watched wherever I went, but this was different. It felt wrong, somehow. The stares followed us like we were doing something criminal.

“Is it me, or is everyone staring?” June whispered.

“Yes, they are,” I confirmed.

“Great. Let them stare,” she said with a wink.

That wink was trouble. It held the same teasing spark she had the night of the gala, when she asked if I wanted to claim our first date. Just the memory of that night had my dick hard.

I let out a low, restrained groan in response.

We were still walking apart from each other—about a foot too far. June wanted to respect whatever agreement she had with Dannie. I adored her for that. But her promise to him was killing me inside. The urge to reach for her waist and pull her into my arms was almost unbearable.

We waited outside the elevator with several other people. It seemed like everyone had decided to leave at the same time. A woman in her forties started studying me closely, her eyes widening in sudden recognition.

“Li Kai?” she gasped, as if she had just pieced together who I was. I nodded and offered her a polite smile. The murmur spread like wildfire. A few others turned to stare, whispering among themselves. Some tried to be discreet, but not discreet enough—I could hear their hushed conversations.

I sighed quietly, frustration simmering beneath the surface. This was the kind of bullshit I dealt with daily. The only blessing about this trip was that the paparazzi hadn’t caught wind of my visit. Yet. And in Hong Kong, they were the worst kind imaginable—relentless and merciless.

A soft brush against the side of my hand snapped me out of my thoughts.

The unexpected contact sent a jolt of electricity down my spine.

I turned my head slightly, nodding at the nosy onlookers and signaling they could take the elevator first. June’s fingers were growing bolder, brushing mine again. A quiet rebellion in a crowded space.

An elevator heading up finally arrived, and June stepped inside with a perfectly straight face. I followed, giving a brief wave to the gawking strangers still waiting for the one going down.

The moment the doors slid shut, June grabbed my face and pulled me into a kiss. Her mouth was hot, wet and sweet—so damn sweet. I couldn’t get enough of that taste, the taste that was uniquely hers. I kissed her back, hard, savoring every second, every flick of her tongue.

My hand slid to the back of her head, fingers tangling in her silky hair as I tugged her closer. I needed more. My cock throbbed in protest, straining against my pants, aching for the touch I craved. She stumbled slightly, her legs weakening as she backed into the mirrored wall.

“Are you okay?” I murmured, though my voice was rough with desire.

She didn’t answer with words. Instead, she grabbed my tie and yanked me against her. Our bodies collided, and when our hips met, the heat between us burning hotter. It was as if our bodies recognized each other, missed each other—no matter how much time had passed.

I wanted to take her right then and there.

Right against the elevator wall. But reality had other plans.

The elevator dinged, the doors sliding open, mocking the perfect plan that had been forming in my head.

There was never enough time during an elevator ride, no matter how much the movies romanticized it.

We could have pressed the emergency button, but I knew it wouldn’t be enough. Not for what I wanted.

Grunting in frustration, I lifted her into my arms, cradling her like the princess she was. It didn’t take us long to find Dannie’s personal suite. There were only two rooms on this floor—one on the right, one on the left. His was the right one. Fitting for someone like him. Always had to be right.

“Right front pocket,” I told her, shifting her weight slightly to keep her comfortable. That was where I had tucked the keycard.

Still wrapped in my arms, she reached down my pants pocket to retrieve it.

It wasn’t easy. I had to adjust a few times to give her better access.

Her fingers brushed against my cock in the process, sending a fresh surge of arousal through me.

I groaned softly, my body reacting instantly to her touch.

“Found it,” she said, her voice teasing as she pulled the keycard free and waved it in front of me.

She giggled, clearly enjoying herself, but the real fun hadn’t even begun. I wasn’t about to put her down. Not when I wanted to hold her as close as possible before I had to leave her again. And keeping her in my arms meant she couldn’t run away from me either.

After a few breathless seconds, she swiped the card on the reader and pulled the handle. As soon as the door clicked open, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me again, fierce and unrestrained.

Lust. Desire. Hunger.

I could taste it in her mouth. Sweet and sinful. Her lips moved against mine with a kind of desperation, a need that mirrored my own. She moaned softly as I deepened the kiss, our mouths tangling in a feverish dance.

I pushed the door open with my back, scanning the room for the nearest surface. My dick throbbed painfully, and I knew I couldn’t wait much longer. There was no bed in sight. Unlike the standard room Trevon had gotten us earlier, this suite had multiple rooms. But I didn’t need a bed.

I needed a wall, a table—something. Anything to give us what we both wanted so desperately.