intriguing.
Not to mention gorgeous as hell and sexy enough to leave him hard and uncomfortable through all of dinner. He’d nearly come in his pants when she admitted she wanted to be wild, sweaty, and naked with him.
It took everything he had not to say fuck, yes! and drag her to the nearest corner, but he wanted more than a quick, mindless fuck from her. She had a body made to be savored, and he planned to do just that—savor her all night long and end this week on a high note.
What the hell? He deserved that, didn’t he? Hadn’t they been running grainy footage from the casino’s hidden cameras on every national news station all day that proved he was a hero?
One night to enjoy himself before he ended up back in New York, with Frankie’s dirty fingers in every aspect of his life, including his career. Everyone from Romeo’s coaches to the towel boy at the center where he trained was in the mob’s pockets.
Romeo was so fucking sick of it he was ready to do something drastic, but he wasn’t going to think about it now.
He had something entirely different on his mind as he got out of the elevator and spied Jules down the hallway. She stood in front of the double doors to the suite he’d reserved. Her arms were crossed over her chest. Her foot tapped impatiently.
Romeo got the distinct impression she was pissed off about something. The way her arms were crossed pushed her breasts up to the point that they nearly spilled over the low-cut neckline of the slinky, indigo-blue dress she was wearing. Her foot tapping
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just pulled his attention from her tits to those impossibly long, shapely legs. They seemed to go on for miles, especially with those high heels that made her six-one at least.
This woman should be a model instead of a lawyer, but she was probably a little too toned for that line of work. She didn’t look like she was going to waste away like so many of those waifs; instead she was curvy and strong. Her body had definition Romeo appreciated. It spoke of a lifetime of dedication to a sport he loved, and damned if that didn’t turn him on to the point that his vision almost went hazy from the hard throb of sexual excitement.
“I was supposed to pay for dinner,” Jules said as he approached her. “Wasn’t that the deal? You get the room. I get dinner? Or does it hurt your delicate, male ego to let a woman pay the tab?”
Romeo had suspected she’d be ticked about him paying for dinner, but he didn’t give a fuck. He wasn’t letting her pay for their date, and besides, she looked hot as hell with her cheeks flushed in anger and those icy blue eyes narrowed at him. He’d have paid twice to see it.
He ignored her rather than respond, because he was still fighting down an attraction that was overwhelming to the point it almost scared him. He honestly couldn’t remember the last time he’d wanted a woman as badly. Instead he pulled out the key card the front desk had given him and reached around Jules to open the door.
She huffed indignantly as he pushed the door open. “I’m talking to you.”
“I heard you.”
“You genuinely disappointed me.” She sounded stricken as she followed behind him. “I thought you were different from the fellas I’m used to, but it turns out you’re the same and—” Romeo pushed the door closed behind her, and Jules turned when it clicked shut. “What’re you doing?”
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Romeo stepped into her personal space and then leaned forward to breathe her in.
The perfume she wore was dark and seductive rather than sweet and floral like most women wore. Jesus, this woman even smelled perfect.
When Romeo moved to kiss her, she turned her head petulantly. Her breathing was shallow, her body tense, but she obviously wasn’t inclined to give in—yet.
He bent down and whispered against the smooth line of her throat, “I didn’t pay for dinner to be a chauvinist. I did it because I enjoyed your company, and I felt like you were worth it. Is that
Not to mention gorgeous as hell and sexy enough to leave him hard and uncomfortable through all of dinner. He’d nearly come in his pants when she admitted she wanted to be wild, sweaty, and naked with him.
It took everything he had not to say fuck, yes! and drag her to the nearest corner, but he wanted more than a quick, mindless fuck from her. She had a body made to be savored, and he planned to do just that—savor her all night long and end this week on a high note.
What the hell? He deserved that, didn’t he? Hadn’t they been running grainy footage from the casino’s hidden cameras on every national news station all day that proved he was a hero?
One night to enjoy himself before he ended up back in New York, with Frankie’s dirty fingers in every aspect of his life, including his career. Everyone from Romeo’s coaches to the towel boy at the center where he trained was in the mob’s pockets.
Romeo was so fucking sick of it he was ready to do something drastic, but he wasn’t going to think about it now.
He had something entirely different on his mind as he got out of the elevator and spied Jules down the hallway. She stood in front of the double doors to the suite he’d reserved. Her arms were crossed over her chest. Her foot tapped impatiently.
Romeo got the distinct impression she was pissed off about something. The way her arms were crossed pushed her breasts up to the point that they nearly spilled over the low-cut neckline of the slinky, indigo-blue dress she was wearing. Her foot tapping
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just pulled his attention from her tits to those impossibly long, shapely legs. They seemed to go on for miles, especially with those high heels that made her six-one at least.
This woman should be a model instead of a lawyer, but she was probably a little too toned for that line of work. She didn’t look like she was going to waste away like so many of those waifs; instead she was curvy and strong. Her body had definition Romeo appreciated. It spoke of a lifetime of dedication to a sport he loved, and damned if that didn’t turn him on to the point that his vision almost went hazy from the hard throb of sexual excitement.
“I was supposed to pay for dinner,” Jules said as he approached her. “Wasn’t that the deal? You get the room. I get dinner? Or does it hurt your delicate, male ego to let a woman pay the tab?”
Romeo had suspected she’d be ticked about him paying for dinner, but he didn’t give a fuck. He wasn’t letting her pay for their date, and besides, she looked hot as hell with her cheeks flushed in anger and those icy blue eyes narrowed at him. He’d have paid twice to see it.
He ignored her rather than respond, because he was still fighting down an attraction that was overwhelming to the point it almost scared him. He honestly couldn’t remember the last time he’d wanted a woman as badly. Instead he pulled out the key card the front desk had given him and reached around Jules to open the door.
She huffed indignantly as he pushed the door open. “I’m talking to you.”
“I heard you.”
“You genuinely disappointed me.” She sounded stricken as she followed behind him. “I thought you were different from the fellas I’m used to, but it turns out you’re the same and—” Romeo pushed the door closed behind her, and Jules turned when it clicked shut. “What’re you doing?”
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Romeo stepped into her personal space and then leaned forward to breathe her in.
The perfume she wore was dark and seductive rather than sweet and floral like most women wore. Jesus, this woman even smelled perfect.
When Romeo moved to kiss her, she turned her head petulantly. Her breathing was shallow, her body tense, but she obviously wasn’t inclined to give in—yet.
He bent down and whispered against the smooth line of her throat, “I didn’t pay for dinner to be a chauvinist. I did it because I enjoyed your company, and I felt like you were worth it. Is that
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