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barely registered the ding of the elevator or how Ian guided her out into the hall, her backward steps clumsy and awkward as he continued raining kisses over her face and shoulders. Only when he stopped did she open her eyes, catching him fumbling with the key card to their door. After three tries, the green light finally blinked on, and they moved into the room. Once again, their hands grasped for the other, their lips meeting instinctually.
    Olivia slid her hands up Ian’s chest and under the suit jacket he wore, quickly ridding him of it. Once she’d thrown it off to the side, she brought her fingers back to his shirt and began working the buttons. His mouth was unrelenting on her skin, tasting every inch that was bared to him.
    “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she murmured, her head tilted back as he ravaged the column of her neck.
    Ian pulled back, his shirt now open as her fingers traced the dips and valleys of his chest. He held her head, his thumbs tilting her chin up so he could look her in the eyes. “I need you to be sure about this, Livvy.”
    She swallowed at the sincerity she saw in his eyes and nodded. “I’m sure. Are you?”
    He laughed, almost as if she was missing an inside joke. Tightening his grip on her face, he pulled her to him and set his lips to hers, speaking against them. “I’ve never been surer of anything.”
    His hands trailed down her neck to her shoulders before slipping to the open expanse of her back.
    “You’ve been killing me with this dress tonight.” His voice rumbled lowly, his lips pressing kisses just below her ear. “All night, I’ve watched you, knowing you didn’t have a bra on, and wondering if your nipples were hard.”
    Olivia’s breath hitched, his words sending a jolt of passion straight to her sex. Her nipples were, in fact, hard, just as they’d been for most of the evening. They brushed almost painfully against the satin lining of her dress. With more gumption than she usually exhibited in the bedroom, she grazed her lips against his ear, saying, “Why don’t you find out?”

Chapter Eleven
    Giving a muttered curse, Ian dropped his forehead to her shoulder. He was rock-solid in his trousers, his cock pressing forcefully against the confines of his boxer briefs. He needed to feel her—above him, beneath him, against the wall, on the floor; he didn’t care so long as he could be buried deep in her sweet body.
    His fingers brushed the fabric of her dress, quickly finding the zipper as he pulled it down. Each notch that released seemed to echo into the quiet room. In mere seconds, she would stand before him in nothing but her heels and a pair of panties. His wildest dream, his greatest fantasy, was about to come true.
    Once her dress was unzipped, he pulled back and looked at her, taking in every detail of her captivating presence. Her lips were swollen from kisses— his kisses. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes sleepy with lust. His cock throbbed at the sight of her standing before him, clearly ready for him to take her.
    He grasped the tiny straps resting on her shoulders, the only things keeping him from finally seeing her naked body. With their eyes locked, he slid the fabric down her arms until the dress pooled at her feet. It took everything in him not to immediately lower his gaze to stare at her breasts, to see what had been hidden from him for far too long, but he managed. He kept his eyes connected with hers, leaning in to give her a soft kiss before he pulled back and let his focus drop to take in her body.
    “Christ, Livvy,” he said, his voice hoarse. “You’re gorgeous.”
    He feasted on the sight before him, his eyes following the path his fingers took. He traced over her collarbones, then moved between her breasts. They were perfect—perky and full, just enough to fit in his hands. As he cupped them, feeling the weight of them against his palms, he dipped his head and swiped his tongue across first one nipple, then the other.