When Staci Takes Charge (Leave Your Shoes On 2)

“It took you way too long to learn that, Ev.”

Chapter Twelve

Evan got them safely to the Plaza with no mishaps on the snowy sidewalks. They took the elevator to Staci’s floor. His body was rigid with sexual tension, his desire for her seizing every inch of him.

Staci truly was like no other woman he’d ever known.

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“So…” Skuhe opened the door to her suite and stepped inside, gesturing for him to precede her past the entryway. “Let me connect with my butler, and he’ll put our champagne on ice.”

She shot him a look. Clearly waiting for him to tease in her some way about asking the valet for ice instead of traipsing half-naked down the hallway herself.

He merely snickered.

“That was unexpected,” she said.

“That I didn’t take the bait? Too easy.”

“Right.”

“Have the butler draw a hot bath as well,” Evan said. “We’ll soak your feet.”

He walked into her sitting room and located a small notepad and pen. He scribbled down a few items and folded over the paper while Staci used the in-room iPad to request assistance.

Then she set out the desserts. The butler arrived and poured sparkling water with lime slices, popped the cork on the champagne, served two flutes, and then returned the bottle to the chiller he’d prepared. He retrieved small dishes and spoons from the butler’s pantry and set them out with linen napkins for the crèmes brûlées.

Staci said, “I’ll let Jean know his care package isn’t going to waste.”

While she texted, Evan slipped the note to the butler, along with a hundred-dollar tip, and murmured, “Give us forty-five minutes before you draw the bath.”

“Of course, sir. And thank you for your generosity.”

When they were alone, Evan and Staci made another silent toast and sipped.

“You really ought to sample the desserts,” she said. “Jean is a connoisseur of crème brûlée and only serves the best of the best. Flavors that will blow your mind, I promise.”

Evan set aside his glass. “There’s something else I’d rather sample at the moment.”

Excitement flashed in Staci’s tawny eyes. “Oh?”

“Yes.”

He took her glass and put it next to his. Then he moved closer and kissed her again. Slowly and leisurely at first. Their lips twisting and tangling. Their breaths mingling. Their hands gently exploring.

Then his tongue swept inside, toying with hers, and the pace picked up.

Staci shoved his jacket over his shoulders and down his arms. Evan pulled at the buttons of his shirt, releasing them, not caring in the least if they popped off. He yanked the hem from the waist of his pants.

Her hands splayed over his bare chest, her nails pressing into his muscles.

He kissed her deeply, his fingers combing through her lush hair. A moan lodged in her throat, creating a strangled cry of pleasure that heightened his arousal, making his cock throb and his blood flame.

Tearing his mouth from hers, he said, “This dress has to go.”

She eyed him curiously.