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His frown cleared but his eyes remained mildly accusing. ‘I’m not sure how to interpret you believing I would give you orgasms while seeing another woman.’

I tried to stop the wild relief flowing through me. ‘Is that a no, you’re not seeing anyone else?’

‘It’s a no,’ he confirmed with gritted teeth. ‘You may not have a very high opinion of me, but I do have some standards, sweetheart.’

His censure shamed me a little, but I brushed it away.

‘I’m waiting for an answer, Wren. You want me, I want you. Are we going to do this, or not?’ he pressed.

He was still doing that thing with his hips that drove me insane. Just as it had last night. That knot of need I thought I’d dampened with my vibrator came roaring back, stronger than before. The thought of walking out of here nursing that ache suddenly became unthinkable. Unbearable.

Keeping my gaze on his, I reached between us and unbuttoned my jacket. Slowly, I shrugged out of it, then tossed it on the nearest chair.

Jasper followed the action with eyes ablaze.

Next, I reached for his tie, loosening it before snapping it free of his collar. He swallowed, and I smiled.

Leaning forward and trailing my lips up to his throat, I whispered in his ear, ‘I accept your proposal, Jasper. And I’d very much like to christen your conference table. Now, please.’

He hoisted me up as if I weighed nothing, and between one frenzied heartbeat and the next I was laid out flat on his conference table and he was staring down at me with eyes that promised mind-altering passion.

CHAPTER SIX

I’DCHOSENMYattire specially today because I’d needed the confidence boost; and because I’d accepted that the way I’d been handling things the past two weeks needed to change.

And perhaps—okay, extremely possibly—I’d also chosen my underwear because, deep down in a place I didn’t want to examine too closely, I’d hopedthiswould happen.

Between frenzied kisses and the need to explore every inch of his sleekly muscled body, I wasn’t certain which one of us undid my silk blouse. But I was certain which one stopped in their tracks, mouth hanging open at the sight of the sea-green lace bra I wore beneath it.

I hid a pleased smile as Jasper growled beneath his breath, his eyes rapt on my chest.

My lingerie was the indecently expensive kind, concocted of gossamer-thin scraps of lace, strings and silk, bought on a slightly tipsy whim while late-night online shopping, then shoved deep into the underwear drawer with much chagrin after the hangover wore off and the package arrived on my doorstep.

But in this moment, I patted myself on the back as Jasper’s hands hovered reverently over my breasts, as if he wasn’t sure whether to worship me or devour me.

‘Jesus Christ, Wren. You’re exquisite,’ he breathed, his eyes darting from my chest to my face and back again.

‘Not too exquisite to touch, I hope?’

He started to reach for me, then paused. ‘Tell me you weren’t wearing this underneath that damned trench coat when you came into my building two weeks ago?’

‘Why would I want to stop torturing you by satisfying your curiosity?’

He raised an eyebrow, even while his frantic gaze dropped to latch onto my peaking nipples. ‘Because we just agreed to call a truce?’

Trailing my finger down over the firm, tanned skin covering his clavicle, I decided to give a little. ‘I wasn’t wearing this exact same set, no. Now, are you going to unwrap me or make me wait?’ I demanded softly.

With effortless ease, he divested me of my blouse. It landed on the floor, but I didn’t care. Because my busy fingers had done some unwrapping of their own, exposing the most perfect set of abs I’d seen outside a magazine. I touched his skin, almost moaned at how warm and firm and utterly delicious he was. About to put my mouth where my hands had been, I whimpered in protest as Jasper pushed me back firmly.

Reading his intent, I relaxed, reclining on the table as he stepped back, took me in, then groaned. ‘I’ll never be able to take a meeting in this room without picturing you like this.’

‘You’ll get through it somehow, I’m sure.’ I arched my back, the cool surface momentarily chilling my skin; making my nipples harder. He saw the reaction and charged forward with another animalistic snarl.

‘I don’t like being the only one without a shirt on, Jasper.’

Cracking a taut smile, he jerked off his jacket and tossed it away. A crook of my finger and he was leaning over me. Strong hands framed my hips, trailed up my ribcage as I attacked his remaining shirt buttons. The moment I bared his chiselled torso, I dragged my fingernails over his taut, smooth skin.

‘Fuck, that feels good,’ he groaned, his gaze latching on to the lace doing a very poor job of hiding my arousal from him. ‘As much as I’m dying to get you naked, I don’t want to risk ripping anything off...this time. We both need to walk out of here with as many of our clothes intact as possible.’ He cupped my lace-clad breasts, squeezing with an urgency that telegraphed his need. ‘Help me out?’ he requested hoarsely.

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