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“You know what toys the suites are equipped with?” Jacob’s voice left no doubt as to what category of “toys” he was referring to.

Em took a big gulp. “I think so.”

He stared at her, the kind of deep, dark, edgy look that might have sent her running if it hadn’t been him. But she knew him now, and his bark was far worse than his bite.

At least, she hoped so.

“There are toys for every kind of sex adventure the hotel guests could want.”

She took another gulp. “I know. I want…I want to see.”

He muttered something to himself that sounded like “Don’t do it, Hill,” rubbing the day-old growth on his jaw in agitation.

She wanted to feel the roughness of it against her skin. “Show me,” she whispered.

“I must be insane. Insane.” He walked away a few feet, then stalked back, taking her hand. “Come on, then.”

She wanted to tell him not to worry, it would be okay. But of course it wouldn’t. Nothing would ever be okay again.