Chapter 6How they made it up to the seventh floor still fully dressed and sane, Paige could not fathom. Once in the elevator, they had embarked on a manic sequel to their encounter on the dance floor. Vince’s hands continued their frantic exploration of her writhing body, and she clawed at his torso, gripped his butt cheeks, palmed his groin, while their mouths never broke delicious contact. When the elevator “dinged” and the door swooshed open, Vince snatched her wrist and whisked her down the hallway, his chest heaving in a desperate desire that mirrored her own.
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 electron
