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“Victoria?” Evan stepped into the corridor. “I’ve called security. Wait here. They’ll escort you to the suite.”

“That’s okay, Evan.” She pushed off the wall and corrected her posture. “Let security calm the crowd if they need to, but from here I can get up to the room via the service elevator and into the suite through the back door.”

“Okay,” Evan answered. “I’ll be up in a while?”

“No. I’ll see you in the morning. What time is the car coming?”

“It’s in your phone.”

“Great. See you then.”

Evan eyed Connor with concern, but followed Vicky’s orders. Once he left, she was alone in the service corridor with Connor.

“Thank you for defending me back there,” she said. “I suppose I owe you a meeting now. If you call my office”—she pulled a card from her clutch—“I’ll make sure Evan knows to expect your call.”

“I don’t want a meeting.” He frowned.

“Then what is it you want?” She eyed him suspiciously.

“Nothing,” he said gruffly. “I’ll get you safely to your room, and after that, I never want to see you again.”

Her head snapped back as if he’d struck her. “What?”

“After the way you treated me last night…” He shook his head. “I’m not a fan of game playing.”

“I will
not
be accused—”

“Please,” he cut her off. “You’ve been playing some kind of game this entire conference. I bet you play it all the time—hiding your true self from everyone, putting on some kind of act. Okay. That’s fine. You’re entitled. But that doesn’t mean you can fuck with people.”

“It was you who fucked me.”

“You know that’s not what I mean,” he said, “and I think we were both pretty involved in the fucking.” His jaw twitched. So angry. And his anger served to fuel her own.

“You accuse me of playing games.” She pointed her finger at his chest. “But it’s you who pretended to be someone else so you could get into my panties. So you could...” She still had no idea what it was that he really wanted.

“You seduced
me
that first night.” He pointed right back. “You. I’ve never had a woman come on to me like that.” He brushed back his dark hair. “I can’t lie. It was hot, and when you made it clear that you were down to fuck, I thought, why not? She’s beautiful. I’m single. We’re adults.”

“And she’s the richest woman in the United States. The female Bill Gates. The Ice Queen.” She listed her various media-assigned labels.

He took a step back. “I had no idea who you were.”

“Bullshit.”

“Not that first night. I didn’t know who you were until the next day, when I saw you step onto the stage.”

She stared into his eyes, looking for signs that he was lying.

“The first night, I thought you were hot,” he said. “One of the best fucks I’ve ever had. But I didn’t know who you were, and”—he stepped closer—“I have to admit that I didn’t get
interested in you—
really
interested—until the next day.”

“And there it is!” Ire rose inside Vicky again. She pushed back against his chest and glared up into his eyes. “You didn’t get interested until you realized I was good for more than a fuck. When you realized I had money and power.”

He reached out and cupped her face possessively, engulfing half her head with one hand. Her brain told her to pull away, but her body wouldn’t cooperate.

“You know what turned me on?” he asked. “You know what blew me away? Sure, it was your power, but not because I wanted to
benefit
from it. I was intrigued because the hot woman I’d fucked against the door of a utility closet had another side. A side that was smart and confident and could mesmerize a room of three thousand people.

“I was blown away by you,” he continued. “How everyone in the room was seeing only the parts of you that you wanted them to see. But me?” He exhaled and shook his head. “Fuck. I got
hard
watching you talk at lunch that day. It was like I was the only one in the room who saw the real you under the image you put out there.

“Outwardly, you were all business, but when I looked into your eyes, what I saw was passion. Heat. I felt like you were turned on as much as I was. Watching you, I imagined myself fucking you, or eating you out from under the podium. I even imagined a flush in your cheeks, a slight dilation of your pupils despite the bright lights.”

It was like Connor actually
knew
what had gone on. He’d been able to tell how turned on she’d been, even if no one else in the room had.

His thumb caressed her cheek. “I spent the rest of the day figuring out a way to surprise you, to see you again, to spend some time with you when we could talk and get to know each other beyond our genitals.”

She tried to look away, but he wouldn’t let her turn, and the connection she felt when she looked into his eyes shot heat to her belly. She rarely trusted anyone, but all she could detect in his eyes, in his voice, in this story he was telling, was sincerity. Had she misjudged him?

“Do you want to fuck me again?” she asked to test him. “Is that what you want?” She turned against the wall and pushed her ass back.

“Are you kidding me?” he asked, not even touching her. “If you’re not interested in me, Vicky, that’s fine. I’m a big boy. But I’m telling the truth. As much fun as I had fucking you that first night, I didn’t really
want
you until I saw you on stage the next day. Watching you, seeing the dichotomy between Victoria Adams”—he made air quotes—“and the woman I’d fucked. I’ve never been more intrigued. It made me want to know you.”

Her mouth was so dry. For one of the first times in her life, she had no idea what to say. Her breaths came faster, and she realized that she wanted to know him, too, but before she could get the thought to her lips, he took another step away.

“I was wrong,” he said. “An idiot.”

“Connor”—she struggled to regain her composure—“I’m sorry.”

“Do you always fuck men at conferences, then toss them aside?”

“Of course not.”

“Then what’s been going on here? Tell me. Because both times, you were certainly willing.”

He claimed that he wanted to know the real her, but she had her doubts about how he’d react if he heard. “Okay. If you want the truth, I’ll tell you.”

“I’m listening.”

Suddenly nerves scrambled inside her. As soon as she told him the truth, that she’d thought he was a sex worker, he’d walk away, disgusted. Suddenly, that wasn’t at all what she wanted. But she also knew that if they had any chance of getting to know each other, she had to tell him the truth about how they’d met.

She had to really lay herself bare.

She walked toward the service elevator that led to the back of her penthouse. “Come with me. We need to continue this discussion in private.”

Chapter Nine

“T
here’s really a company that does that?” Connor looked surprised, like he wasn’t sure whether she was telling the truth. But he didn’t seem disgusted. Not yet.

“I’m not going to apologize for hiring them,” she said.

His eyes opened wider. “That Ice Queen profile in
Fortune
—”

“You
did
know who I was.”

He shook his head. “I read up on you the next day.
After
your speech. The one when I thought I’d imagined your arousal.” He grinned. “I didn’t imagine it, did I?”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Where was he? Hiding under the podium?”

“No. I had a vibrator inside me, another on my clit, and he had a remote. I never knew when, or if, to expect stimulation.”

He started laughing and stretched his arm across the back of the sofa. “That’s kind of hot.”

“It was.”

“And exactly how many men did you fuck over the past two days? Besides me?”

“None.” She ran a hand over her hair. “Okay, suddenly I feel like Bill Clinton. It depends on your definition of ‘fucked’, but let’s just say that yours was the only real cock inside me this weekend.”

“Good.” He looked into her eyes and drew a deep breath, and once again she saw the possessive and powerful man who’d taken her. She saw the smoldering look of a man who wanted to take her again.

“Would that have been a deal breaker?” she asked.

“No.” He stood and pulled her up and against him. “But I’m glad.”

Putting his hand firmly in the middle of her ass, he tucked his fingers possessively between her legs. “And I’d like to know where to buy one of those remote-controlled vibrators.”

“Why?”

He cocked one of his eyebrows. “Why do you think?”

She smiled and wriggled against his fingers, urging them farther forward. As hot as it had been, being secretly turned on in front of that crowd, she liked the idea of sharing a secret like that with Connor, having him be the one in control of when and how long she had to cover her public arousal. “Kiss me,” she said.

He let go of her and stepped back. “Not yet.”

“Why not?”

“I want to see you naked.”

“You’ve already done that.”

“It will be different this time.” The look he gave her nearly set her on fire.

“You’re right,” she said. Everything was different. “You need to strip too.”

They slowly undressed, eyes on each other, enjoying every moment, drinking in every sight as they each laid themselves bare before the other.

When they were both naked, she tried to keep her eyes off his cock, hard and ready. An ache burned deep inside her. She was so ready. She’d never been so ready, even though they weren’t touching.

He stepped forward like a predator—slowly, purposefully, but instead of pulling her against him like she expected, he slowly ran his hands down her arms. He traced across her collarbones, down the center of her body and back up. Closing her eyes, she let him explore, and his fingers didn’t leave one inch of her skin unexplored, leaving hot trails of sparks in their wake.

After luxuriating in his caress, she opened her eyes, feeling dizzy and longing to touch him, too. Taking his hands in hers, she moved them behind his back. Then, with her eyes and fingers, she studied him: his ridges and valleys, his planes and edges, the soft and the hard of him. And when she finally looked back into his eyes, she felt as if he was the first person in her whole life that she’d truly seen, who’d truly seen her. The whole her.

Connor swept her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. After gently laying her on the bed, he parted her legs and entered. Although the penetration was gentle, she cried out, shocked by the intensity as he slowly moved inside her. The other times with him had been hard and fast, but this time she felt every fraction of an inch of him as he slid against her, as they slid together further and further into an erotic bliss.

Rolling him onto his back, she sank deeper onto his cock, letting her body weight help take him all in. As soon as he was lodged to the hilt, she rested her hands on his chest and started to move. Slowly and deliberately she circled and rocked her hips, keeping him tightly inside, right where she needed him to be. As she rode him, his hands trailed over her body, grazing her breasts, teasing her neck, and always, always he looked into her eyes.

She’d thought she’d never meet a man with the potential of being her equal, her partner in life, a man who wouldn’t be intimidated or emasculated by her wealth or power. Was this the man? Could it be? Was Connor actual boyfriend material?

As if hearing her question, he firmly took her hips and flipped her onto her back. He pressed her hands above her head and thrust, deep and strong, slow and controlled, and the feelings continued to heighten. Without warning, he grabbed her legs, pushing her knees back near her ears, and he plunged hard in and out of her, possessing her, controlling her, but she knew she was controlling him too.

This was a case of mutual possession, and as the pounding continued, she responded in kind, meeting each thrust, writhing beneath him, heightening his pleasure and her own.

They shared control of the act until they both lost it. Beneath him, she shuddered and shook, her entire body contracting, thrashing under his unrelenting cock. He lost control of his speed, then closed his eyes as his entire body went rigid above hers with a few final hard thrusts.

When his eyes opened, he brushed his hands over her face and kissed her, tenderly, breathlessly, then rolled to the side, pulling her onto his chest.

“Fuck, Vicky. If you’ve got any more fantasies, you’d better tell me, because I plan to fulfill every one.”

She draped her leg over his body and reached down to stroke his damp cock. “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

“Deal.” He pulled her higher and kissed her, and for the moment, even her most unattainable fantasy seemed within reach.

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CHAPTER ONE

“
H
as Vegas been everything you hoped?” I asked my husband, Thom, as we sat at the fanciest bar in our sprawling hotel. Behind us, tiny lamps cast low light on the chrome tables, and crystal chandeliers with crimson and orange bulbs spread starlike sparkles over the dark walls and the designer-clothed patrons.