Chapter 15

Their mouths again merged in animalistic hunger when Vince paused before Room 716. Paige yanked the bottom of his shirt out from under his waistband, while he tapped the pockets of his blazer, obviously hunting for the electronic key that would open the door and allow them access into a private world where they could finally attain the carnal bliss they craved.

He cursed against her lips and began to burrow in the front pockets of his jeans—a difficult task, Paige imagined, considering the gigantic bulge at his crotch that prevented him from digging too deeply. She, however, saved the day when she slid her fingers into one of his back pockets and yanked out the credit-card-shaped object. All the time she had spent kneading his shapely ass in the elevator had not gone unrewarded.