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being this close to a sex club.
    Paige still couldn’t believe she’d had the courage to walk into that place. She was no virgin, but she’d never played these kinds of games. Maybe it had been a little stalkerish to find out where he was and go after him, but she had learned the only way to get what you wanted was to be bold.
    Paige adjusted her skirt before sitting. God, she was so wet she could feel her juices on her thighs, could smell herself. She resisted the urge to rub her legs together, but if there’d been fewer people in the lobby, she might have parted her legs for him when he approached, just to see his reaction.
    He said nothing, just held out a hand. She took it, savoring the warmth of his touch, and he led her to the elevator. She followed eagerly, anticipating more kissing and rubbing, though she didn’t want to come yet. She wanted him to be fully focused on her when that happened. Once in the elevator car, he stayed on one side and she stayed on the other. Disappointment bloomed in her chest. Did he want her or not? His hands were folded in front of him, his gaze on the changing numbers. She thought about asking what floor their room was on, if the clerk had said anything about them checking in without luggage, if he wanted to split the price of the room, but she didn’t want to give him a reason to press the lobby button and send her on her way.
    He twitched a little when the door opened with a bing, and motioned for her to exit to the right.
    “Use your words, Zach,” she prodded, exasperated. She was in no mood to play charades.
    “Room seven-forty-two.”
    She scanned the room numbers then turned to the right, leading the way, pulse drumming. This was going to happen. He was going to make her come, he was going to put his mouth on her, slide inside her. Finally. He slipped past her to open the door, still not speaking, still not looking at her. She waited for him to grab her and slam her against the wall once they were in the room, but he walked past her to the bed, tossing the key card down on the dresser with a slap, like he was mad.
    She stood near the door, having no idea what to do now. He was across the room and that suddenly felt like miles.
    He dragged his fingers through his hair as he looked at her reflection in the glass of the window. “If I touch you right now, I’ll hurt you.”
    “Then perhaps I should tie you up.”
    She said it playfully, but he whipped around, his nostrils flared and his eyes dark. Oh, so he liked that idea. Heart pounding, she glanced around the room, searching for what she could use, resting on the front of his shirt. He clapped a hand over it before she could say anything.
    “Do you know how much this thing cost?” His gaze floated down the length of her body. “Your panties.”
    “Not wearing any.” Though she suspected he’d known that and just wanted her to say it.
    “I wondered. I can smell you.” He passed his palm over his face and she could see it was shaking. Good. So was she. “Paige.”
    “Your belt,” she decided, frightened by the way he said her name, that he was going to send her away.
    His fingers rested on it a moment, then he unbuckled it quickly, whipped it from the loops and held it out to her.
    She moved two steps forward and took it without touching him. The expensive leather was supple under her fingers. She looked from the belt to the bed, the slatted headboard that would be perfect. Zach shrugged out of his jacket and stretched on the bed, his long elegant fingers curling through the slats.
    This wasn’t exactly how she’d imagined their first time. She’d rather have him touching her, stroking her skin, kissing her mouth. But if this was what he wanted, she’d play along.
    “I’ve never tied anyone up before,” she admitted.
    “Good,” he said, the word rumbling in his throat.
    She approached from the other side of the bed and looped the belt through the slats, then around his wrists as his breathing increased.