Page 65 of Recipe for Temptation

He reached down to stroke his erection before he caught himself.

Reese listened into the phone for a moment. “Sure. I’ll hold.” Her eyes lifted to Michael’s. “It’s—” She broke off at the arrested look on his face. Following the direction of his gaze, she frowned and snatched the sheet back over her tits.

Michael felt a sharp pang of regret—and annoyance. Who the hell was calling her this early in the morning? It’d better not be her damn boyfriend!

“Who’s that?” he demanded.

Her eyes narrowed at his jealous, possessive tone. She pressed the mute button on her phone and said coolly, “It’s Drew’s assistant. They want me to come down to the studio today for an orientation session, and she also wanted to remind me that you and I are supposed to be shooting our promo spot on Monday.”

“I don’t need a damn reminder.” Leaning back against the headboard, Michael gestured impatiently at the phone. “Why are you on hold?”

“She’s double-checking some details with the production crew.” Reese clutched the sheet tighter to her chest, pinning him with a hostile glare. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to get dressed.”

“Knock yourself out,” he muttered, waving in the general vicinity of the master bathroom.

“My clothes are downstairs,” she reminded him.

“So go get them,” he retorted, defiantly rebelling against every gentlemanly instinct that had been instilled in him from the time he could walk.

He could almost hear Reese gnashing her teeth. “I’m on the phone,” she said tersely. “And if it’s all the same to you, I’d rather not wander around your penthouse butt naked. Especially with all these damn windows.”

“We’re on the fortieth floor. No one can see you.”

Her eyes narrowed to dangerous slits. “I’m asking nicely.”

“You don’t sound very nice to me.”

“Pretty please!” she snapped.

Heaving an impatient breath, Michael flung back the covers and swung out of the bed. To demonstrate to Reese that they were safe from the prying eyes of voyeurs, he stalked across the master suite and stood before the wall of windows, just as bold and naked as he pleased.

“See,” he said, turning back toward the bed. “It’s all g?—”

The rest of the words died on his lips.

Eyes filled with raw, naked hunger stared back at him.

His body reacted with a sharp jolt of lust that sizzled through his veins and rushed straight to his groin. His erection, which had taunted him all morning, now hardened into full-blown arousal, stretching up to bob against his stomach.

Reese was utterly riveted.

Driven by some perverse impulse, Michael ran his hand slowly down his abs and trailed his fingertips along his rock-hard length. Inwardly he smiled at the soft gasp that came from across the room.

Without looking at Reese, he wrapped his fingers around his dick and gave himself a long, stroking caress. Up and down, slowly, provocatively. He licked his bottom lip and let his eyes drift closed, as if he was so caught up in pleasuring himself that he’d completely forgotten he had an audience. A very captive audience, judging by the sound of Reese’s shallow breathing.

Not that he was entirely immune to the eroticism of being watched by her. As he slowly pumped himself, he pretended it was her hand sliding along his shaft like she’d done last night. Stroking, caressing, driving him insane with lust. He got so turned on by the explicit images that a pearly bead of precum seeped out of his cock and pooled at the tip, adding to the realism of his little “performance.”

When he finally stole a peek at Reese, her eyes were heavy lidded and glazed with need, her lips parted on a soundless moan. He felt a surge of wicked triumph tempered only by his own mounting arousal.

Giving her a lazy smile, he left the windows and began sauntering from the room, his dick slapping against his thighs.

“Y-yes, I’m still here,” he heard Reese croak into the phone.

Glancing over his shoulder, he saw her reach beneath the covers to touch herself. As she closed her eyes and released a shuddering breath, he grinned with satisfaction.

Maybe being a fantasy boyfriend wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

Chapter Twenty-One

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