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Cook. Not that I could see much at the moment.
    “Strip,” Lucas barked, his hands working on
the buttons of his white shirt.
    “What about Leticia?” I asked.
    “She has her own room.”
    My brows shot up. “Are you made of money?
The room rates here are pretty steep.”
    Lucas’ gaze bore into me. “Yeah, we have
money. Is that a problem?”
    “It could be,” I said. “I’m not rich.” And
I’d hate the label of moneygrubber.
    “So?” Lucas prowled toward me, his
expression mean and dangerous. He stopped inches away, his dark eyes glaring
golden sparks. “I’m not interested in your money. It’s your body I want to
fuck, not your bank account. That plain enough?”
    “Crystal.” I held back a chuckle.
    “Hell.” Disgust shaded his voice. “I’ve
never met a male who liked to talk so much. Can we continue now?”
    “Yeah.” I dragged my polo shirt over my
head and tossed it aside. With my eyes on Lucas, I started to undo my jeans.
The unveiling of Lucas’ body distracted me. Smooth golden skin stretched across
magnificent muscles. Unlike me, a small amount of hair dusted his chest,
arrowing downward beneath his black jeans. He sat on the corner of one of the
beds to unlace his leather boots.
    “Let me,” I said. I knelt on the carpeted
floor in front of him and drew off the boot. He had big feet. My gaze drifted
upward to the huge bulge at his groin, a smile tugging my lips. A big cock to
match. Lucky me. I tugged off his sock before massaging his foot. His guttural
groan, almost a purr, brought amusement. The man was easy.
    I removed his other boot and sock. “Jeans,”
I suggested, eager to see more skin.
    Lucas stood and peeled off jeans and briefs
in one swift move. He kicked them aside and stood proudly in front of me. I sat
back on my heels, studying his body closely. His skin was golden all over as if
he bathed in the sun on a regular basis. Supple muscles played whenever he
moved while his dick jutted out and upward.
    “Nice.”
    “Is that all you’re going to do? Look?”
    Testy. I bit back a smirk. “I could touch,”
I suggested.
    “For God’s sake, do it,” he snapped. His
jaw clenched and his face bore an expression of pain.
    “Yeah. Okay. Maybe we’ll do away with
foreplay this time.” A fib, of course. I loved the tease and prolonging of the
main event. It made the climax so much sweeter.
    “ Hallelujah .”
    Smiling, I stood and rapidly removed my
boots, socks and the rest of my clothes. Aware Lucas was eyeing my body in much
the same way I’d checked him out, I paused in a pose. We were like day and
night—one golden and one dark—but otherwise matched in size, and I think,
strength.
    Deciding Lucas had had enough time for
window-shopping, I closed the distance between us and kissed him on the lips.
This time was slower. Giving. We explored each other’s mouths, letting our
bodies bump and jostle together. He tasted of beer, the crisp taste of hops
dancing across my tongue. I took the kiss deeper, exploring the inside of his
cheek and his abrasive tongue. I shivered, my hips jerking in response. I
couldn’t wait to feel his tongue against my skin. Slowly, I pulled away, my
breathing hard and choppy.
    Lucas wasn’t in much better condition.
“Hell.” The word was a hiss from between his clenched teeth. “Do that again.”
    “What? This?” I ground against him, our
cocks sliding against each other before the swollen heads hit solid flesh. No
need for erection enhancing drugs in this room.
    “Yeah.” Lucas seized my hips with his
calloused hands and held me still while he repeated the move. We both groaned,
wet trails of pre-cum glistening on our abdomens. “I’m going to do you,” he
muttered. “On the bed. Now.”
    “Who made you boss?” I liked the dominant
position best. I might want him, but I wasn’t going to let Lucas walk all over
me just because I wanted to get laid.
    Our gazes met. Held. “Fuck,” he said
finally, obviously recognizing