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"The jacket is cashmere and incredibly warm," Jaylen pointed out.
"You are enjoying this way too much."
"You are going to look great."
"I really don't understand why women are supposed to objectify themselves. You are fully clothed with not an inch of skin revealed. While I am going to be parading in this- this scrap as if I am on sale."
He burst out laughing at her reasoning. The more time he spent with her, the more enchanted he was becoming. He did not want to admit it to himself, but it could not be denied. He was more than halfway in love with her. "Only you."
"It's true," she insisted. "Why couldn't I wear a tux? Like you?" She gestured to his immaculate attire, the dark blue suit and pearl pink shirt looking great on his long, lean frame.
"Perhaps because you have the figure that is worth showing off." Stepping over to her, he draped an exquisite diamond necklace around her neck. She was standing in front of the Cheval mirror, staring at the thin wool clinging to her slender curves critically.
He had called his makeup artist and stylist to come and deal with her hair and face and the result was stunning. Her thick dark brown hair was brushed back from her face with a jeweled barrette holding the left side in place.
"I don't want to show off anything," she pouted. Her fingers touched the diamonds and admired them. She was woman enough to appreciate the beauty of it.
"You are going to wow everyone," he murmured, feeling the familiar stirring of desire.
"I am almost as pretty as you are. Almost. So that's a plus."
"Then my work here is done." He turned her to face him, hands cupping her cheeks. "I am going to be the envy of every guy there."
"Was that the plan?" she asked him suspiciously.
"Absolutely." A smile touched his lips as he bent to kiss her.
"We do not have time—" The rest was swallowed up by the kiss that had her clinging to him. The man made her weak and turned her mind to mush. She was going to have to be careful to guard her heart.
Letting him have access to her body was okay, it meant that she was human and it also meant that she could walk away when the year ended. She could not afford for her heart to be involved. That would be a disaster.
"Ready?"
"Hmm," she murmured dreamily. "Just a minute more. Kiss me again."
He laughed shakily but was more than willing to grant her wish. Sliding his hands over her back, he pressed her against him so that she could feel his arousal. Dragging his mouth from hers, he stared at her, heart hammering inside his chest. It was crazy how much he wanted her.
"We have time."
"We don't."
Stepping back, she wriggled out of the dress. "Make it quick."
With a groan, he pulled his zipper down and hefted her up against him.
*****
"I smell of sex and your horribly expensive perfume," she complained half an hour later as they stepped into the lofty ballroom packed with people. A car along with a driver had brought them here and they had immediately been accosted by reporters, wanting to know who she was wearing.
She had to admit that she was excited and felt privileged. She was with a drop-dead gorgeous man and attending the function of the year. She was also feeling mellow after the sex, the hot sex they had just participated in. She had never done anything remotely naughty before and it felt great.
"You smell wonderful. Like something to eat."
"Keep your lecherous thoughts to yourself," she warned him. "I don't want you feeling me up on the dance floor."
His deep chuckle warmed her. "I will try and control myself."
"Why are we wearing masks if everyone knows who we are?"
