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upstairs,” she suggested, seductively brushing
the ball of her foot over the ever-increasing bulge pushed against the fly of
his pants. The effect she was so obviously having on him, caused sparks of
electricity to shoot through her own body. Heat flushed every inch of her skin
and restlessness teased at the juncture of her thighs.
    “Upstairs?” he echoed, higher brain function quickly leaving
him as blood flooded in the opposite direction.
    “I booked a room,” she told him with just a hint of faux
innocence. “Just in case,” she added. Not waiting for him to reply, Allie
quickly removed her foot, slipped it back into the shoe and thrust her hand
across the table. She grasped his right wrist and began to lift herself from
the chair.
    His hand being gently tugged, Carl released the fork he
still clutched, causing it to clatter loudly back onto the plate. Following her
lead, he rose from the seat. Wincing at the discomfort in his pants, he
silently thanked whoever decided to keep the restaurant so dark.
    Turning her back to him, Allie confidently strode from the
room, keeping Carl’s hand firmly gripped in her own. She gracefully made her
way out of the restaurant, swaying her hips just a little more than was
necessary and guessing that his eyes would be focused in that general
direction.
    She was right. Carl’s gaze was fixed on the curve of Allie’s
ass. It was pert and snuggly sheathed in the little black dress she wore.
Entranced by the soft movements of those tight muscles, he barely realized that
they were no longer in the dim confines of the restaurant, but the brightly lit
lobby. As Allie came to a slow halt by the elevator doors, he tossed a glance
around him and took a step forward.
    She didn’t need to ask why he’d nestled himself against her
butt. The erection that prodded at the base of her spine was no doubt
noticeable. Nevertheless, he delicately wrapped his free arm around her middle
and dipped his head to press his lips to her cheek.
    “You smell good,” he whispered into her ear, taking another
breath of the delicate hint of fruity sweetness and vanilla that lingered on
her skin.
    “So do you,” she repaid the compliment, noting that the
smell of him hadn’t altered much over the years. Sandalwood and something
vaguely citrus smelling, which she guessed was from his shower gel. Her attempt
to inhale more of him was interrupted by the ping of the elevator and the soft
whirr as the doors opened.
    The pair waited, Carl still tightly pressed against Allie’s
back, as a middle aged couple exited the car. Then, wrapping her own arm over
the one he held around her abdomen, Allie shuffled forwards.
    When the doors closed without admitting anyone else, Allie
finally released her hold of Carl. She whipped around quickly and, placing her
hands on his chest, propelled him back against one of the mirrored walls.
    Carl expelled a surprised lungful of air. “You’ve changed,”
he noted, smiling down at her, as she stared up at him like she was a starving
woman and he was a plate of the chocolate torte they’d shared downstairs.
    “Is that bad?” she asked, pressing her hips against his and
reveling in the warmth of his groin against her mound.
    “No, no, no,” he quickly assured her, his hands snapping up
to her hips and stilling their seductive circular motion. “No,” he repeated.
“It’s not a bad thing. It’s a very good thing.”
    “Good,” she acknowledged with a brief nod, before suddenly
closing the short space between their mouths. She’d kissed Carl before, albeit
once and briefly, but she remembered the sensation of those strong, insistent
lips. Even though she’d been the one to make the move, he had preempted her and
returned her kiss with enthusiasm.
    A deep, guttural groan of approval rumbled from deep within
Carl’s chest, as Allie slipped her tongue between his lips. His own joyfully
entwined with hers, playing a sexy game of tag within the tight confines of
their