“Jaylon—”Becca’s head spun, his words making her pulse race with a flood of anticipation.The desk clerk cleared his throat, and Becca jumped, jerking back from Jaylon.“How may I help you?”“Uhm, yes. We’d like a room. I mean, I’d like a room—yes—” she coughed. “One room, please.”The clerk grinned at the two of them still tangled with each other. “Are you sure about that, miss?”Becca swallowed, sliding her eyes to Jaylon again. His were dark with untamed need, a glint of his animal, hungry and waiting in their depths, and she didn’t need a mirror to know hers were just as feral.He lifted her hand to his lips, answering the clerk’s question without taking his eyes from Becca.“She’s sure. One room, but make it a suite. A two-bedroom suite.”“How many room keys would you like, Mr.—”“Ross. Jaylon Ross. Two keys. One night.”Jaylon gave the clerk his credit card, and the man handed it back with their keys. “Enjoy your night.”Becca’s mouth watered as they hurried to the elevator. A
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