“I’m sorry, sir,” the concierge said. “I can’t release information on any of our guests. And unless you can prove you are who you say, I’m going to have to ask you to leave the hotel.” The man steered him a few steps toward the door and Diana’s chest tightened when she noticed Chase was limping badly.
“Please, you have to believe me. Diana could be in trouble.”
Diana was about to go help him but a part of her wanted to hear what he had to say. She slipped behind a tall plant.
The concierge picked up the phone. “I’ll have to call security if you don’t leave now, sir.”
Chase shook his head. “Listen to me. I’m not some bum. The sheik had his goons beat me up…after I clocked the sheik for what he did to Diana and me.”
She silently cheered. Tears stung behind her eyes.
“I should have done it sooner, but…”
“Sir, please. You’ll have to leave the hotel.”
Diana couldn’t wait another second. Heart ready to burst, she practically sprinted to the desk. “Chase, are you okay?”
His eyes lit up as he pulled her into his arms. “Diana, thank God you’re okay. I’m so sorry. I should have—”
“Sh. Not now. Let’s get you to a hospital.”
“No, I’ll be fine, now that I know you are.” He held her face between her hands and tried to smile, but his mouth was cut and bleeding and his left eye was nearly swollen shut.
“I’ll need some first aid supplies sent to room 2110,” she told the concierge. She put Chase’s arm over her shoulder then helped him to the elevator. Minutes later in her room, she cleaned up his cuts and bandaged him as best she could.
When she’d finished, she handed him the icepack she’d made and smiled down at him as he lay on her bed.
He took her hand and brought it to his lips, then winced as he kissed her skin. “Sorry. Nothing against you.”
“I know.”
“You won the sheik’s account you know.”
She shook her head. “I never even gave him my pitch.”
“You didn’t have to. He researched your other campaigns. They’re damn impressive.”
She doubted he was telling the truth about the sheik, but she gave him points for saying so. “You rest now. Let me take care of you for a change.”
Epilogue
Chase spotted Diana in a dark corner of the restaurant—their restaurant as they’d been calling it for the last month and a half, ever since they’d returned to New York and started dating for real. He couldn’t wait to give her the news.
Her eyes lit up when she smiled up at him and he couldn’t resist kissing her. Never hurt to mark his territory. “Hey, how was your day?”
She rolled her eyes. “Peterson’s such a prick. He refused to go with the pitch I’ve been working on for Manchester Pharmaceuticals and lo and behold, we lost the account to Perillo and Smyth.”
He took out the envelope that had been burning a hole in his pocket all afternoon. Setting it on the table between them, he took her hand. “I have some news. And hopefully you won’t ever have to worry about Peterson or any other boss again.”
A waitress came over before he could tell Diana his news. “What would you like to drink, sir?”
He didn’t hesitate. “Bring us a bottle of champagne, good stuff. Do you have Perrier-Jouet?”
“We do.” She melted into the hustle and bustle of the place.
“You were saying…” Diana prompted.
He tapped the envelope. “This came today.” He opened the letter and read. “Dear Mr. Cunningham. For your time and trouble. No hard feelings.” He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the check, turned it so Diana could see it.
She narrowed her eyes at it. “Two hundred fifty thousand? From the sheik?”
“It’s the least the son of a bitch could do after everything he put us through.” His broken ribs were still a little sore. “It could be our freedom, Diana. What do you say to opening our own agency, the two of us? We could call it Cunningham and Weston.”
She studied him for several seconds. “You’re serious?”
“As a hammerhead shark.”
Her smile could melt an iceberg. “I say a quarter million is barely enough to start a business in a town as expensive as this. But a half million, now that would probably do it.”
The waitress arrived with their champagne and poured them each a glass. Diana set an identical envelope on top of his. She raised her glass. “I got one too. Here’s to Weston and Cunningham. That has a nicer ring to it.”
They tapped glasses then drank. He wasn’t about to argue over whose name would go first. He had a feeling it wouldn’t be long before they’d be Cunningham and Cunningham.
Muscles deep inside Diana pulled taut as she stared into Chase’s eyes. She’d never been so completely wanton as she had the past six weeks. They’d had sex nearly every morning and night yet she still couldn’t get enough of him.
Chase used his index finger to wipe a circle of condensation off his glass. Her nipples hardened as she imagined him doing that to her.
“Hungry?” Chase handed her a menu.
She moistened her lips. “Um, no. I’m not, actually. Well, I am, but…not for food.” She blinked at him, hoped he’d catch her drift.
A wicked smile slowly lifted the corners of his mouth. “I see.” He poured them each another glass of champagne then signaled the waitress for the check.
Twenty-five minutes later they stepped off the elevator at her apartment building. Well, they actually stumbled out of it since they were already tearing at each other’s clothes.
One of Diana’s neighbors came out of his apartment, threw them a disapproving scowl then strode past toward the trash chute.
Diana held back a giggle as she dug in her purse for her key. “I think we’ve offended Mr. Templeton.”
Chase took the key from her and unlocked her door. “Fuck Mr. Templeton.”
She grabbed Chase’s lapels and dragged him inside. Then she gave him a scorching kiss. “No, sweetheart. Fuck me.”
He wolf whistled. “Damn, woman. You’re pretty feisty with a little champagne in you.” He hoisted her over his shoulder and carried her into the bedroom. Dropping her onto the bed, he fell next to her.
She started yanking at his belt until he took both her hands in his. “You don’t have an ounce of patience, do you?”
He raked his gaze over her body and heat wicked through her. Liquid desire gathered between her legs. “I can’t help it. You’ve turned me into a sex-crazed maniac. I want you. Now.”
He pushed her skirt up around her hips then yanked down her lace panties. She let out a pleasured moan when he slipped his hand between her legs and cupped her mound.
“You’re burning my fingers.” He pressed his mouth to hers. Sliding his tongue inside, he stroked and tangled with hers. She writhed as he pressed his thumb to her clit and gently circled it. He rubbed and massaged, touched her with such erotic skill that she came apart at the seams, detonating in her climax in mere moments.
Waves of bliss quaked through her as she twisted and moaned. Before she’d fully recovered, Chase had his belt open and his pants unzipped.
He took hold of her hips and flipped her over so she was on top of him. Hiking her skirt higher, she lowered herself, inch by delicious inch, onto his hard cock.
She rode him slow and sweet at first then harder, faster, taking pleasure, making sure she gave as well. Chase held her hips, guiding her movements until another orgasm started rising within her. She let out an incoherent gasp then shattered in ecstasy.
Chase pulled out of her then lifted her to her knees and took her from behind. God, the man knew how to play her body.
She heard his now-familiar growl as he emptied himself inside her. Then he collapsed onto her back, breathing hard. “I guess…we should…have taken off…our clothes.”
She grinned. “Well, we were in a bit of a hurry.”
He lifted her
hair and trailed kisses over the back of her neck. “I want you naked for round two. After a brief nap.” He wrapped an arm around her and took her with him as he rolled onto his side.
She settled against him, right where she belonged. “You know, of everything that happened to us in the Middle East, I wouldn’t change a thing.”
He was silent for a minute. “Even the shark?”
She mulled over the question. “Even the shark. You saved my life. I never saw anyone act so heroically. You were so brave.”
“Trust me, it took a hell of a lot more bravery to kiss you that first time.” He nuzzled the back of her neck.
“Hey!” She gave him a playful kick.
“You had lots of barbwire around you. I could have gotten all cut up. But instead, I made it through. And I’m so glad I did.”
“Me too.” He’d broken through all her defenses and she had a feeling he was inside to stay.
About the Author
Wynter Daniels lives in Central Florida with her husband of more than twenty years and their two nearly grown children. They are all the slaves of two very demanding cats. After careers in marketing and the salon industry, Wynter’s wicked prose begged to be set free. She hopes you enjoy her steamy stories. Find her on the web at: http://www.wynterdaniels.com/, http://wynterdaniels.blogspot.com/ and on Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads and Google as Wynter Daniels.
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