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Nineteen
“Drew, will you do up these hooks for me?”
Drew finished buttoning his tux shirt and came up behind Jenna, who stood in front of the big standing mirror he’d gotten a couple of weeks ago for his bedroom. He’d never felt the need for one before, but now he had Jenna in his space, dressing for work, putting on her makeup, doing her hair. A beautiful woman like her needed a full-length mirror to put herself together.
He paused for a moment to admire her. The low-cut, midnight blue taffeta evening dress consisted of a tight-fitting strapless boned bodice of textured taffeta that showcased her elegant curves and narrow waist, billowing out into a big, full, rustling skirt.
The bodice was open over her back, showing the long, graceful curve of her spine and the delicate shadow of her shoulder blades, her fine-grained, flawless skin. The enticing shadow of her cleavage. Lust stabbed into him, predictably enough.
Jenna shot him a glance as he placed his hands on her waist and slid them up until he was cupping her breasts. “So fine.” His voice was a sexy rasp.
She fluttered her lashes at him seductively. “Be that as it may, we can’t be late. Don’t be bad.”
Her voice had that breathless catch that it got when he succeeded in tempting her.
“They’ll wait for us.” He bent down to press a hot kiss against the back of her neck, making a delicious shiver of sensual awareness vibrate through her body.
“Oh, no you don’t,” she murmured. “Don’t make me all sweaty and damp and have to fix my makeup all over again.”
“I’ll make it worth your while,” he coaxed.
“Save it,” she said sternly. “You’ll get what you want...but later.”
He bowed to the inevitable, but took his own sweet time with the tiny hooks, relishing the opportunity to touch her hot, petal-smooth skin as he fastened them up. Admiring all the details. The shape of her spine, her elegant posture, the shape of her shoulder blades.
He’d liked the way his life felt, these last weeks. Liked it so much, it scared him.
Ava had eased off on the punishing PR schedule, thank God, so he and Jenna had been able to spend some free time together. He was greedy for all of it, so bit by bit, she’d started spending most of the time at his house—along with her cat.
Smudge wasn’t quite sure about Drew yet. He kept trying to establish dominance. But even that couldn’t put a damper on how much Drew loved having Jenna in his living space.
“One moment, for the full effect,” she murmured, adjusting the cups of the bodice. Afterwards, her perfect high breasts spilled out of the top of the cups just enough to make Drew slightly uncomfortable.
“I could have adjusted that for you, too,” he told her.
“And then we would have ended up being late. I know you.” Her mouth was stern, but her eyes smiled.
“You look fantastic,” he told her.
It was the stark truth. He couldn’t stop staring. The deep blue made her skin glow like it was lit from inside. The design hugged her stunning figure. Her blue satin spike-heeled shoes had delicate, glittering ankle straps. He ached to touch her.
“Which glasses today?” he asked. “The blue ones?”
“Contacts, for special occasions. The announcement of the Wexler Prize is a special occasion. I’m not wearing workaday specs for that.”
“You know that your specs make me hot,” he told her.
“No, Drew, you just exist in a generally overheated state, and the specs are incidental. Not that I’m complaining. I like having you perpetually ready for action.”
“Always,” he promised. “The dress looks great on you.”
“It ought to, considering what it cost,” she said, fastening her little diamond drop earrings into her ears with a secret smile. “I still think it was extravagant of you. My other dress would have been fine.”
“I wanted you to get this dress because it looks good with this other thing I got you,” he told her.
Her eyes filled with alarm. “Drew. We talked about this. Remember?”
“Yes, yes. I know. No billionaire’s-plaything scenarios. Not even as fun, lighthearted bed-play. We’re just two people enjoying each other’s company. No mind games. No power plays. No expensive gifts. All of this is forbidden. Rules are rules.”
