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She opened her eyes to see Wolfe quietly watching her. Nichelle was overcome by a nearly overwhelming desire to touch him. It would be so easy to crawl down to the other end of the couch and bite, kiss and lick every inch of bare flesh.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” His gaze did not leave hers.

She could only nod, swallowing heavily as the sweet and thick need rolled through her veins.

“I’ve wanted to come to Marrakesh since I was a kid,” Wolfe said softly.

“Why didn’t you?” Nichelle tucked her hip deeper into the couch, trying to put some space between their bodies. But Wolfe’s sock-clad foot followed her skin, tucking into her with a slight and suggestive caress. Was he doing this to her on purpose?

Wolfe shrugged. “Work became more important to me than seeing the world.”

“I never thought I’d hear you say work became more important than enjoying life,” she murmured.

They were caught in a delicate cocoon together, lulled into a gentle world made simply of their own voices, the lush beauty of the room, the faint smell of Moroccan amber that billowed up from the couch like fine smoke. It felt like blasphemy to speak above a whisper.