My legs still trembled from the orgasm in the restaurant, a delicious ache that made every step toward the elevator feel electric. Tom's arm was around my waist, his fingers digging just enough into my hip to remind me of what we'd started. The suite was on the top floor, and as the doors slid open, he scooped me up like I weighed nothing, carrying me over the threshold into a room that screamed luxury—king-sized bed draped in silk sheets, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city lights, ...