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lush breasts, slim hips that had just enough curve to be feminine, and an ass that filled his palms perfectly. And those sexy feet with hot red toenails—his dick throbbed at the memory of washing her feet.
    His palms itched with a need to touch her, to lay a little spank on each cheek. His dick swelled. He swallowed a groan and tried to focus on the TV, the remote control in a death grip. He found an episode of Family Guy, which made him smile, but it was nearly over. Then he tossed the remote onto the bed and frowned.
    It occurred to him that the bathroom was a disaster, and he climbed off the bed naked to investigate. With no luggage, they didn’t have a change of clothes. Well, he didn’t. Who knew what Mallory had in that little carry-on suitcase. Sure enough, the clothes they’d left in a heap were damp from their vigorous bathing activities.
    He shook them out and found hangers in the closet to hang things on to dry. He pulled his jeans on, since he needed something to wear to answer the door for room service, grimacing at their sticky dampness. He picked up Mallory’s carry-on and set it on the luggage stand.
    He walked over to the window to peer into the night. The snow seemed to have tapered off. Their flight should be okay in the morning. Then he returned to the bed and stared at Mallory.
    This was nuts. Picking up a girl in an airport. Doing dirty things with her—still in the airport. And ending up in a hotel room with her. One corner of his mouth kicked up. His buddies were gonna love this story.
    Thinking about his buddies reminded him of work and home, which inevitably led to thoughts about the recent conversation he’d had with his mom. His gut cramped and his smile turned to a scowl.
    The knock at the door was a welcome diversion. He legged it across the room. After a quick check through the peephole, he opened the door.
    “Room service.”
    “Come on in.”
    The kid wheeled a cart in with their dinners and the four beers thoughtfully jammed into a bucket of ice. Joe pulled some bills from his pocket and gave the guy a tip, then closed the door and flipped the security latch.
    Mallory was waking up, pushing hair off her face and sitting. “Is the food here?” she mumbled.
    “It is. God, I’m hungry.” He paused. “Where do you want to eat, gorgeous? In bed, or at the table?”
    She eyed the table. “The table is fine. I just need to uh…go to the bathroom. And find something to wear.”
    “I put your suitcase over there on the stand.”
    “Okay. I have my nightie in there.”
    “Nightie?” He wasn’t sure if that sounded promising, sexy like a babydoll nightie…or scary like a cotton granny gown nightie.
    She glanced at him then with a resigned look pushed aside the bed covers and stood, naked. His mouth went dry and his cock pressed against the fly of his jeans as he watched her move to her suitcase and bend over.
    “Holy…” He sucked in air. His hand automatically went to his aching hard-on and pressed.
    She unzipped the case and pulled out something pink. His jaw went lax as she stood, her back still to him, raised her arms and slid the garment over her head. As she smoothed it down over her body and covered it, he made a face. She turned and caught him gawking.
    She blinked.
    “Nice nightie,” he croaked. It wasn’t a granny nightie by any means, but nor was it sexy or revealing. Basically a long-sleeved T-shirt covered her from neck to just above her knees, pink, with a sparkly cat on the front. Well, the neckline dipped pretty low in front. And the fabric did cling to her curves, including hard little nipples. His heart bumped in his chest.
    “I’ll just be a minute.” She grabbed a small bag from her suitcase and disappeared into the bathroom.
    He carried food to the round table in the corner as the whine of the hair dryer in the bathroom started up. He brought glasses from the desk for their beers, poured himself one and sat and waited for her. She emerged from the