The door to the suite was barely closed and locked before Riley was unbuttoning her suit jacket, slipping it off her shoulders and working on the zipper of her skirt.

"I thought we were going to have lunch," she said, heat flaming everywhere his fingers touched her.

"We are." His voice was husky with passion. "This is the appetizer."

His lips were tracing a warm line from her chin along the column of her neck to the upper swell of her breasts. As the filmy ...