Page 20 of Virgin Pass

I stare at him in total surprise. Has Austin gone completely insane? All he has to do is ask and I’d willingly drop to my knees right in front of him. How can he not…

Then my brain suddenly bumps back online. Maybe Austin doesn’t realize how desperately I’m in love with him. Or maybe he wants to show me how committed he is to our agent-client relationship. Either way, at least a dozen ideas of how Austin can win me back start clamoring in my mind, desperate to be heard.

He could strip off all my clothes and pound into me over and over again, as I lean into one of the plate glass windows, the entire city below us.

He could stretch me naked over the desk or drape me over one of these overstuffed chairs and lick me until I explode.

He could pull his pants down right now and pull out that big, beautiful—

“Lori?” Austin rumbles and I blink, refocusing on him. All my ideas are still at war, but I can’t lie to Austin. I’ll never be able to do that.

I manage a barely professional smile, trying to hide the fact that my panties are damp. “Well, technically I haven’t stopped being your agent,” I say. “I haven’t gotten the paperwork from Eddy yet.”

“That’s because I haven’t signed it yet. We’ve talked, but we haven’t met.”

My breathing is almost steady again, and I nod. “And why’s that?”

“Because as much as I think Eddy’s a great agent, he doesn’t believe in me the way you do,” Austin says, his frank admission so surprising that my breathing hitches for an entirely different reason.

And he keeps going. “The moment you picked me up, everything turned to gold. You’re my angel, my lucky angel. And I tried to screw that up, got all caught up with endorsement deals and options and contracts. None of that matters, though. Not the way you do.”

“You deserve to have an agent you trust,” I counter.

“You’re right. And I trust you.” He pauses then, and grins—the most self-congratulatory, cocky grin I’ve ever seen, and I’ve been around football players a long time. I’ve seen a lot of grins. “Fortunately, I also trust myself. I know I’ve got a hell of a lot to offer a smart, professional, ballsy agent who’s willing to do anything for her clients. Well—anything for me. You can’t be doing all that for anyone else.”

“Oh, I can’t?” I say teasingly, lifting my eyebrows.

I don’t miss the flash of fierce possession that lights across his face. It’s as if every muscle in Austin’s body is suddenly engaged for battle. “No, you can’t,” he says flatly.

Another surge of heat blooms deep inside me, and I manage a throaty laugh. “Whew, well, that seems like a big sacrifice I’m going to have to make.”

It’s his turn to be surprised as I place both of my hands on his knees and press them outward. I slide off the chair until I’m kneeling in front of him. From this angle, he can see down the deep v-neck of the blouse, the only view that actually makes the garment remotely sexy. His eyes immediately pin to the strip of flesh I’ve exposed, then shift back to meet mine as I laugh softly. “I think you’re going to need to prove that you have enough to satisfy me, no matter how many clients I could pick up.”

“And I think you’re going to need to start repping only female clients,” Austin growls, but he watches me with almost feral intensity as I slip off the boxy jacket—and the conservative blouse as well. What’s left beneath is a lacy pink bra. I know without looking that my breasts are spilling out of it. One seriously deep breath and the entire contraption will spring apart. “Definitely only female clients.”

“That’s going to cost you, too,” I say breathily, arching my back toward him. His hands automatically move up and palm the weight of my breasts, his calloused fingers harsh against the soft, smooth skin. He moves his thumb over my peaking nipples and I don’t even try to stop my groan of pleasure.

“I need you out of those pants, too,” he snaps, his voice tight and urgent, his fingers continuing to knead my breasts with rhythmic sensuality.

“You’ve got a lot of demands,” I murmur in reply. “What is it you’re going to do for me?”

His laugh is low and filled with promise. “You’re about to find out.”

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