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  “Huh?” he murmurs.

  “What time is it?” I repeat around my chuckles.

  “About ten.”

  “Wow. I slept late.”

  “We stayed up late.”

  Memories of the night before wash over me and I bury my face in his shoulder. He’s showered, and the scent of his musky aftershave hits my nose.

  “You don’t have to leave, do you?”

  I pull back to look up at him. “No. Not until tomorrow.”

  “Good,” he softly says, in that subdued yet intense way he has of talking. Jay speaks to me as if he’s using all of his strength not to tackle me and have his way with me. I love it. “Are you hungry?”

  “Yeah, I am, but I really need a shower.”

  He pecks me on the lips. “Go take a shower, and I’ll order some breakfast. There’s a toothbrush and other things in there, but if you need anything else, the front desk can send it up.”

  “Okay. Thanks.”

  The bathroom is gigantic, with a bathtub that is more like a hot tub, and a large walk-in shower with two seats and two shower heads. I turn on the water and experiment with the half-dozen different pressure settings before finally picking one and getting in.

  The warm water is heaven on my skin. As it soaks my hair and runs over my shoulders and closed eyelids, I think back over yesterday.

  I’ve been with my share of guys, but none of them were like Jay. They were all my age, first high school and then college guys. They were always either completely uncertain, or too cocky. The latter attitude was always because of an attempt to prove themselves. They weren’t comfortable with themselves the way Jay is.

  Just thinking about him makes the muscles between my legs tighten. I reach for the loofah hanging nearby and lather it up with soap, then wash my arms faster. I can’t wait to get out of the shower and kiss him again.

  I’ve hardly finished the thought when the shower door opens behind me. Before I can turn around, Jay is behind me, taking the loofah out of my hands.

  His breath covers the back of my neck, even warmer than the water. I close my eyes and let my head fall back. Kisses press against my throat as he works the loofah up my belly and across my breasts.

  I feel my nipples tightening at the roughness of his touch. A painful need shoots through my body and collects between my legs. I open my mouth to ask Jay to keep touching me, but there’s no need. He’s not stopping.

  Dropping the loofah to the shower floor, he reaches around me and dips his hand between my thighs. His fingers graze across my clit and I shiver.

  “Already wet,” he huskily comments.

  All I can do is moan out a response. Jay gently strokes me, his fingers dancing across my clit and dipping between my folds. I push back against him, pressing my ass into his naked body. His cock is rock hard, pulsing with his own desire.

  He pushes two fingers inside of me and I cry out as he sucks harshly on the side of my neck. I’m going to have a hickey there for days. But it doesn’t matter. I’ll wear that thing like a badge of honor.

  Slowly, teasingly, Jay turns me around. Seizing my wrists, he lifts them above my head and walks me back into the shower wall. The spray is still coming down, hitting the side of my torso and filling the air with dense steam.

  He presses my fingers against the wall above my head. I obediently gaze up at him and stay put. He must like the submissiveness, because he growls in pleasure.

  Bending down, he takes one of my nipples in his mouth and swirls his tongue around it. Flicks turn into sucks, until he’s forcefully pulling my nipple between his teeth. It’s painful, but it’s also the best sensation in the world. Moans that I didn’t even think I could make leave my lips.

  He moves his mouth from one nipple to the next, leaving the first one raw and red. He sucks just as heartily on the second, making me squirm and buck beneath him. Each time I twist, though, his grip on my wrists only tightens.

  The need between my legs is so intense now it’s turned into a painful throb. I try to free my hands from Jay’s, eager to get my fingers on his length, but he has me locked tight to the wall.

  Taking both of my wrists in one of his hands, he reaches down and guides his cock closer to me. It pierces me with the sweetest sensation ever, and then he slides all of the way in.

  Slowly, he fucks me up against the wall, making something primal feel almost sweet. My legs shake and my breath comes out ragged. Jay kisses me deeply, and I melt even more. I’d collapse onto the tiles if it weren’t for him holding me up.

  Warmth collects deep in my core, and faster than it’s ever happened before, I explode. The orgasm shakes me and I bite down on Jay’s lip. He responds by nipping at my mouth in turn.

  With the waves of pleasure subsiding, he finally lets go of my wrists. I drop my arms to my sides in relief, but he’s not done with me. Picking me up, he carefully steps out of the shower. Leaving a trail of water in his wake, he carries me to the bed and lies down next to me.

  Unable to keep myself off him for longer than a few seconds, I flop right onto his chest. His mouth meets mine right away, and he holds my face gently as we kiss.

  “Ride me,” he whispers against my lips.

  I uncertainly lean back. I’m don’t have much experience with what he’s requesting. The few times I’ve tried it, I’m pretty sure I just ended up embarrassing myself.

  There’s a passion in Jay’s eyes, though, that makes me not want to back down. It makes me what to do whatever he asks of me, and more. Walk through fire? Sure. No problem. As long as Jay Hammond is waiting on the other side of the flames.

  I situate myself above him and slide his warm length into me. He fills me to the brim, taking up each available inch of space and stretching me wide. Gently taking my hips, Jay guides me back and forth, showing me how to rock on him.

  Looking down into his eyes, I see a calm passion there. I push a little harder, and Jay groans in pleasure. My own good sensations are back. Before long, I’m riding him with abandon, our labored breathing becoming music to my ears.

  Once again, the tension coils deep inside of me and releases as if a button has been pushed. I orgasm for a second time, pleasure flying all the way into my toes and fingers. Jay calls my name and grabs my ass as he drives me against him. Moving fast, he lifts me off him and reclaims his spot on top. I’m locked down again on the bed, trapped beneath him and loving it. Our hands are everywhere, our mouths unstoppable. Jay pummels deep into me and then pulls out, his hot release splattering across my stomach.

  With a thick gasp, he buries his head against my shoulder. I turn my face into his hair and take in the scent of his sweat. After showering, it took us all of ten minutes to become dirty again.

  There’s a sharp knock on the door. I start, and move to sit up. Jay rolls away from me with a laugh.

  “Room service. Talk about perfect timing.”

  He jumps out of bed and snatches up a bathrobe before putting it on and closing the double doors behind him. From somewhere nearby, a phone buzzes. I sit up and look for the source, finding my purse on a small chair in the corner. Opening it up, I discover a text from Willow.

  How’s it going there? Are you still planning to come back, or has the Far East stolen you?

  “If you only knew,” I mutter.

  Staying is tempting, I write back. I had a big fight with my parents.

  The little dots on the screen dance as Willow types her reply.

  What else is new? Are they trying to marry you off to a Chinese businessman now?

  I laugh aloud. Thankfully, my parents have never really meddled in my dating life, but if they were to meet a rich man who had an interest in me, I’m sure they’d at least try to get me to go out on a date with him.

  No, I respond. We just had yet another argument about my future. Are your parents ready to adopt me yet?

  Once again, she responds right away.

  Girl, you know life here isn’t as good as it looks… Enjoy your trip. Miss you
!

  I start to type another text, and then stop. I was going to tell her about Jay, but I’m not quite ready to yet. This relationship, whatever it is, has existed in a bubble. I’m not ready to let it pop and allow others in.

  Hearing from Willow has me thinking about what things are going to be like when I’m back in New York. I remember that Jay told me he doesn’t really have a home. So, really, being from the same country has no bearing on us ever seeing each other again. Just because we grew up relatively close to each other doesn’t mean we’ll find our way back to the same proximity.

  My heart rate picks up and I swallow hard. I’m still standing naked, holding my cellphone in my hands, but I can’t stop staring into space.

  What is going to happen between Jay and me? Last night was amazing…this morning was amazing…so how am I going to be able to let that go? Are we really going to keep in touch? Would he be able to visit me when he’s in New York? Will I fly out to see him in other cities? Will he even want to do those things?

  I’ve always been a relationship type of girl. One night stands have never been my thing.

  Suddenly, I feel like an idiot. How could I just fall into bed with Jay without thinking about how it would make me feel afterward? I hoped that it would be amazing, yet I also knew that the more amazing it was, the harder it would be to let him go when I step on that ferry to Hong Kong. For a long-term kind of person like me, it’s a catch-22.

  I know that I should just relax. I should enjoy whatever time I get to have with Jay, and then let it go. I’m lucky to be here with him.

  But the way he touches me, the way he kisses me…the way he looks at me like everything I say is important. I don’t want to let those things go. I’d be crazy to let those things go.

  And I don’t think I should have to.

  The double doors open, and I drop my phone on the chair. Jay comes in carrying a tray loaded with croissants, a bowl of fruit, and a French press filled with coffee.

  “Is that what you’re wearing today? If so, I like it.”

  I look down at myself and realize I’m still naked. Even though I’m standing in front of a guy who’s already seen me completely nude, I still blush.

  He sets the breakfast tray down on the end of the bed and comes over to me. The warmth of his smile and gaze draw me in, even before his arms do.

  “You’re beautiful,” he whispers into my hair. “Damn, you’re beautiful.”

  I close my eyes and inhale deep, wishing there really was a way to make one moment last forever.

  Chapter Seven

  Lauren

  We spend the whole day in bed. It’s something I’ve only ever done when I’ve been sick; my parents always frowned at ‘lazy days,’ and college had me too busy with schoolwork to even think of taking a day off.

  After breakfast and coffee, which somehow we manage to make last for well over an hour due to all our chatting, Jay and I flip through the TV channels on mute. We pretend to be the people on the shows, adding our own dialogue and yapping at each other about subjects entirely out of context.

  By the time we’ve laughed ourselves into a fit, it’s impossible to keep my hands off him. Evidently, he feels the same about me. Drawing me into his arms, he cuddles me close and kisses me.

  For the longest time, our lips move against each other’s. He doesn’t make a move to touch me anywhere else, and I don’t try to push the next step either. We’re happy just kissing, like two fourteen-year-olds who have finally been allowed to go out on a date. It’s sweet and intimate…and makes my fears from earlier come rushing back.

  I remind myself that I can’t think about the future. Instead, I roll out of bed and take my second shower for the day. When I come back into the bedroom, the dress my mom bought me is laying out on the bed—along with three other ones.

  “What are these?” I ask, going forward and touching a bright red, sleeveless gown. All of the dresses are gorgeous.

  Jay buttons up his cuffs and winks at me in the floor-length mirror.

  “I thought you might want to wear a different dress tonight. It’s up to you, though. You looked amazing in the floral one.” He grins. “Hell, you look amazing in my T-shirt. Maybe you should wear that to the casino.”

  I duck my head in embarrassed pleasure and inspect the dresses more carefully. There’s a black one with a plunging neckline and sequins along the hemline. I turn the collar and look at the tag—and have to suppress a gasp.

  My mother has a habit of spending money on clothes made by the most famous designers, but for Jay to splurge and buy me several of them is a completely different deal entirely. And exactly when did he have time to order these dresses? While I was still asleep this morning? When he went out to grab us a late lunch? Surely, he didn’t pick them out himself. Did he get a woman at the counter to do it for him?

  Instead of asking him any of these questions, I pick up the slinky, black one and try it on. It’s a perfect fit, with the cowl neckline dipping nearly to my navel. Jay steps aside from the mirror and I admire my reflection.

  Maybe it’s the dress, or maybe it’s the way Jay is looking at me, but I’ve never felt sexier in my life.

  He pulls on his black jacket and loops his arm around my waist. “Forget this fucking game. I think I’d like to make other plans.”

  I snort. “Right. You’re going to pass up the biggest game of your life to roll around in bed with me?”

  “I don’t think I would regret it.”

  Something about the tone of his voice tells me that he’s being serious.

  “Don’t we have to go?” I breathlessly ask.

  Jay glances at the clock on the wall, his thumb rubbing a circle over my shoulder.

  “I can be a little late.”

  “You can’t,” I laugh, but he only buries his face in my neck, making the muscles all down my back shudder with pleasure.

  “Right—how about I make sure we get there right on time?” he questions, his hands dipping lower and pressing against the small of my back.

  I rub my nose against his shoulder. I can’t respond. His touch is making me delirious. I probably wouldn’t know my own name if someone asked me right now.

  Jay’s hands find their way around my hips and to the front of my dress. Beneath the silky fabric, my body practically screams with desire. Taking a handful of bunched fabric, he pulls the dress up, exposing my thighs.

  “Jay,” I whisper.

  His mouth grazes mine. “Yes?”

  There’s nothing else to say. Right now, his name is everything to me. I could repeat it until the end of time and never get tired of hearing it.

  His lips press against mine, his tongue gently flicking at my teeth. As we kiss, his fingers trail along my panties, and I jerk at the soft touch, putting my weight against him. If I don’t lean on him, I’m going to fall down.

  Our kiss deepens, and Jay pushes my panties to the side. A strong thumb presses against the top of my mound and I whimper into his mouth. His lips drag along the curve of my mouth and across my jaw as he turns me around. I’m a rag doll, having turned over all control of my own body to someone else.

  With him at my back, Jay walks me forward a couple steps until we’re at the wall. Taking my hands in his, he guides my hands to the wall. The surface is cool against my palms and cheek, a sharp contrast to the warm body pressed behind me.

  His mouth sucking eagerly on the back of my neck, he yanks down my panties and pushes the dress the rest of the way up to expose my ass. My hips respond instinctively, grinding back against him.

  There’s the sound of his pants unzipping and then the tip of his cock brushes past my ass, against my inner thigh. Just feeling it so near my opening makes me tremble. I push my ass back farther, and Jay nudges my legs open more.

  With one swift move, he enters me. His length slides in all the way, claiming each inch of what’s available. Ecstasy fills me up, making my fingers curl and my back arch.

  Keeping me pressed between him
and the wall, Jay continues to drive into me from behind. His thrusts come faster, each one drawing more pleasure out of me.

  With one hand pressed against mine, pinning them to the wall, and the other clinging to my hip, he nips at the back of my neck. The confusing mixture of pleasure and pain only makes everything more exciting. I’m feeling wilder by the second, like a woman who can’t be controlled or contained.

  The tingly feelings deep in me build, layering on each other and becoming stronger every second. With a cry that I can’t hold back, I unravel in ecstasy. A second later, Jay pulls away from me, spins me around, and pushes me to my knees. I realize that neither of us want him to make a mess on my dress, so I take him in my mouth just has he’s about to come. He groans as he explodes in my mouth.

  Pulling back, he sighs in pleasure.

  “Normally I’d apologize for having to be so quick…”

  I giggle and press a finger against his lips before he can go on. From there, it’s a mad rush to clean up and get out the door. Yet, somehow, we still enter the elevator at the exact time Jay meant to leave.

  He’s called a car and it’s waiting for us by the time we get downstairs. I feel like royalty as we walk through the lobby. Eyes fall on me and Jay, and two women whisper and giggle while staring at him.

  Is this what it would be like to be with him all of the time? Jay is one of the most attractive men who’s ever walked the earth. It’s hard to imagine he doesn’t receive attention like this wherever he goes.

  The Venetian Macau is even more packed than it was yesterday, and it’s obvious that many people here recognize Jay. He keeps his hand pressed against the small of my back as we push our way toward the front doors. Cameras flash and, dazed, I realize that people are standing off to the side taking pictures of him.

  Is he famous in this world?

  There’s no way for me to tell for sure, but the signs are pointing to a strong yes.

  Still slightly overwhelmed by everything that’s happening, I focus on putting one foot in front of the other, and allow Jay to steer me through the crowded casino.