My eyes panned between his, suddenly concerned I’d upset him. “I said it doesn’t matter?”
“Good.” His mouth descended on mine, parting my lips as he opened his to speak. “Again.”
I kissed him, wanting another taste of his lips. Then I swallowed. “It doesn’t matter.”
“Why?” He traced a fingertip down my bra strap, hooking his finger around where it met the cup and plucking the strap free.
A shiver raced across my exposed skin. I blinked, looking up toward the ceiling in some attempt to wake my brain. His warm lips pressed down onto the top curve of my breast, just above the line of the bra cup. “Because...” I exhaled, eyes closing. “Because I’m beautiful.”
“Good girl,” he growled against my skin.
The vibration and words sent another thrill through me, and I squeezed my legs together to satisfy the heat and wet between them.
He turned his head, his sharp expression suddenly in profile. A low murmuring drew my attention past him toward the elevator door. Voices! People were apparently waiting for the elevator.
Please don’t let them be going up. Please, I chanted in my mind, frozen in a state of being halfway undressed. It was my worst nightmare. They would see me. I would be ogled and judged. They might even tell hotel security. What if my work found out? Oh, god. This hotel stay was on their credit, not mine.
Eric’s lips thinned out, and he released his hold on me to bend down and nab my shirt, slipping it into my bag in one quick motion. Then he turned his back on the elevator door, pressing me against the wall opposite. I couldn’t see around him. I couldn’t tell if the doors were opening or who was getting in because he was so broad.
My arm shot out to my bag, grabbing for my shirt, desperate. But Eric caught my wrist, pinning it to the wall.
He smirked at me, a devious twinkle in his eye as he raised a finger of his free hand to his lips. “Shh.”
The elevator dinged.
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famous or well known, typically for some bad quality or deed.