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L evi lifted Sara into his arms the minute the hotel room door slammed shut. He carried her toward the bed before placing her on her feet.

She had convinced him to have a few drinks at the club, and Levi was sure that was why he was there with her at the Hilton near a bed instead of hightailing it out of there.

He wasn’t clear-headed at all.

Who the fuck was he trying to kid? He had his lips on her skin way before the whiskeys over ice.

“Look! There’s a mini bar, I told you,” she laughed, making her way over and pouring two drinks. “Put on some music.”

He tugged out his phone and pulled up a playlist that Michelle had put on his phone the previous week.

Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran played and Sara laughed.

“That’s your playlist?” she asked, walking over to hand him a glass of amber liquor over ice.

“Michelle put it on there,” he admitted sheepishly.

“So, what brings the big bad bodyguard from Seattle to California?” She slanted him a look from beneath her lashes.

“I’m looking for someone.”

“And who would that be?”

“I wonder,” Levi smirked at the tipsy beauty.

Sara giggled and sipped at her glass and then moved closer to him. She was dancing again, and Levi didn’t mind it. Her moves were perfect. Her free hand slipped up his chest and unbuttoned his dress shirt down to his waist, and then her palm slipped over his skin.

She sang the song on his playlist in between sips from her glass.

Her voice was low and throaty and a touch off key, but she knew every word by heart and he fucking loved it.

She was so spontaneous and he was…well, he wasn’t.

He swallowed his drink and placed the glass aside. When she drank the last of hers, he set her empty glass aside as well.

She danced away from him, and he swiped a hand to catch her, but missed.

Sara giggled and danced back toward him.

Levi stood still. The room spun just a bit and he knew he’d had way too much to fucking drink.

He wasn’t sure where this was going.

Oh, he knew where he wanted it to go, but this was her call.

Levi was insanely attracted to Sara and he knew the alcohol he’d consumed had lowered his resolve to stay away from her.

But fuck if he cared right now.

When she danced back to him, Sara stood on her toes and kissed his mouth.

His blood pumped.

She nipped at his lips like he had done to hers on the dance floor. She swayed, and he knew she was probably as tipsy as he was.

Perhaps that was best? They could…what? Share a drunken tryst?

Levi lost his train of thought when her hands slid inside of his open shirt and pulled it from the waistband of his black slacks. She pushed it off his shoulders and down his arms, and it fell at their feet.

Levi eased one of the thin straps of her dress over one creamy shoulder, and the dress fell, exposing the top of one breast. The other strap followed, and soon she was bare from the waist up.

He groaned, wanting nothing more than to take her lushness into his mouth.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” he asked roughly.

He had to ask the question, if for no other reason than she was Lily’s best friend. And Levi was pretty damned sure that when Lily had asked him to find Sara, she hadn’t meant find her and fuck her.

“You talk too much.” Sara laughed at her own joke, because Levi didn’t talk much at all. And what he did have to say was usually hard and devoid of emotion. It was nice to see hunger in his cool blue eyes for a change. “I’m very sure.”

Unbuttoning his pants, Levi shoved them and his briefs to the floor. He made quick work of her dress, leaving her standing in black panties and matching thigh-high stockings.

She was an exquisite vision. When she wrapped one of her hands around his hard cock, he grunted, picked her up, and tossed her to the bed. He roamed down over her, kissing his way up her inner thigh. Her hands fisted in his hair.

He fingered her and found her wet. She was ready for him, and he could no longer wait. He shook his head to clear the fog and found her watching him. She arched her body and parted her legs.

He swept his eyes over her lush tits and puckered pink nipples.

Slipping one hand up the back of her thigh, he edged her leg up and around his waist.

She followed with the other one and purred, arching again. Levi dipped his head to take one nipple into his mouth. He laved and sucked first one and then the other until she cried out. Her fingers left his hair and slipped over his shoulders and down his arms.

Reaching between them, he nudged her clit with the head of his cock until she undulated.

“Hurry,” she whispered, her words thick with need.

Levi didn’t wait. He drove inside her tight heat. He wasn’t much on wasting time when she was everything he wanted at that very moment.

She covered her mouth to muffle her scream, and he gave her a rakish smile. He took her mouth and drove his tongue inside, timing it with his thrusts. She rocked against him, writhing, gyrating her hips, locking those sleek, long legs around him.

He grunted and shoved, she squirmed, gasped, and then pulsed around his cock.

When she orgasmed, milking his dick, Levi fucking lost it.

They came together, crashing, groaning, and gasping until hunger eased and only the warm rush of release lingered.

His chest heaved and he eased upward, but she clung to him, her arms strong.

Sara held him tightly until he sank against her.

There was no coming back from this one.

He already knew it.

He had screwed up royally.

He had completely forgotten his mission.

And in his booze fogged brain, he had forgotten the most important thing.

He broke pretty things.

April sun swept through the wide window of the hotel and shot across the bed, waking Levi.

He rolled over with a groan and gazed at the empty pillow beside him.

Shooting up in bed, he listened for any noise.

“Shit!”

Sara was gone.

He ran a hand down his face, this was the main reason he never fucking drank.

Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, his head pounded, and he cupped his face.

Back to square one, damn it. He hadn’t even had the wherewithal to put a tracker on her.

Some fucking tracker he turned out to be. He jerked off the sheet, her scent of honey lingered, and he fisted the soft white material.

Last night had been…

Very unexpected.

And should have never fucking happened.