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words of encouragement, then Harvey and his pride in her work. Sleeping with Holt meant compromising her integrity.
    Holt’s hands stroked her nipples until she ached. He touched her like he read her mind—hard then soft, quick then slow. Everything she wanted in a lover. Everything she needed.
    Was Wendy right? Could she have a fling and stay honest? God, she didn’t know. Jess was a stranger in a new city with a man she barely knew. She could pretend for one night.
    Integrity be damned.
    “Yes.” The word slipped from her lips and Holt nuzzled her ear.
    “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that.”
    “Yes!”
    Holt spun her around and her ass hit the cool glass of the window. “That’s my girl.” His lips landed on hers and the fresh taste of vodka made her moan.
    With a flick of his fingers, her bra unclasped and fell away. A tug from his thumbs and her panties hit the floor.
    “ Mmm . You are spectacular.” He cupped her breasts, bouncing them in his palms before sinking to his knees. “The whole time my fingers were inside this delicious pussy of yours, I imagined my tongue there instead.”
    Jess shuddered. No one ever spoke to her that way. So dirty and honest. Raw.
    Holt stroked her breasts, sweeping his hands in arcs across her nipples as he trailed kisses down her belly. “Take your leg. Hold it up.”
    “I’ll fall.”
    “I’ll catch you.”
    Jess lifted her leg in the air and hooked her arm beneath it. New York City glistened behind her as her back pressed against the glass. But Holt wasn’t looking at the city.
    “Gorgeous.” He leaned forward and planted a kiss right on her clit. Jess sucked in a breath. His tongue darted out and lapped up her slick heat. “As sweet as I imagined.”
    His hand slid behind her ass and before Jess said a word, Holt’s tongue commanded her silence. Up and down over and around, he worked her. Diving in, pulling back, and turning her body to jelly.
    Jess wasn’t a stranger to sexy fun—she had casually dated her way through college and the first few years at NNT. But this wasn’t sloppy kisses on a dance floor or a one-night stand with a guy only interested in his own satisfaction.
    No .
    Holt stroked her body with his fingers, running up and down her waist, over the hips she sometimes wished were smaller. No complaints. No rush into sex.
    He worshiped her while New York buzzed and hummed hundreds of feet below. Jess closed her eyes and pushed all the doubts from her mind.
    The world shrank in a slow-motion implosion. NNT, the assignment, the takeover of MacIntosh Hotels. Gone. Only Holt’s tongue and hands remained.
    She arched her back and he groaned against her swollen skin.
    “That’s it. Come for me, Jess. Let go.” Holt flicked his tongue against her clit and Jess obeyed.
    The orgasm rushed through her, flooding her veins, obliterating all thought. White heat. Blinding pleasure. Her leg fell to the floor and Holt stood up, kissing her mouth with still-wet lips.
    His hands ran up her sides and into her hair. “I can turn this assignment into your wildest fantasy, Jess. All you have to do is let me.”
    Drunk on endorphins, Jess barely managed a smile. She lolled against the window as he stepped away and laughed. This had been the craziest day of her life.
    After a moment, she reached for him. All she found was air. What? She opened her eyes. Holt was gone, but she wasn’t alone.
    Gage stood in the open doorway, the pale light from the window falling across his face.
    Her fingers flew to her lips. “How long have you been there?”
    “You make the sexiest little noises when you come. Has anyone ever told you that?”

Chapter 11
    GAGE
    T he shock on Jess's face made him grin. After brooding down the hall for too long, Gage had traipsed through the apartment, ready to apologize.
    Billionaire or not, he knew when he’d crossed over into asshole territory. Yanking Jess out of the restaurant and pinning her to the limo seat certainly qualified.
    Not the