Page 75 of Dominate Me

Both of our heads snapped in the direction of the front door and heat crawled up my neck as Jensen walked in.

“Oh, I think you might be.” Claire grinned as she stepped Jensen’s way, holding out her hand. “And if it’s not you, it’s definitely the dress. Claire Canton.”

“Jensen Rhodes,” he said, shaking her hand, but he didn’t spare her a glance. His eyes stayed trained on me, making my heart stop.

When it restarted, everything felt more vivid, more beautiful...tighter inside my chest.

He was not only beautiful in a steel-gray suit and matching dress shirt, he stole my breath. He stole all my reason and common sense.

“So which is it?” he asked, one brow quirking up to a point. “The dress or the man?”

I grinned and took a shaky step forward. “Yes.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Works for me. Should we get going?”

“Don’t stay out too late,” Claire sang, handing me a small, silver clutch. “We wouldn’t want Haley to turn back into a pumpkin at midnight and ruin her fairy tale.”

“Never. That will never happen.”

And the look he shot Claire as he responded, the way his eyes darkened as he looked back at me, swirling with sincerity and lust...

I believed him. Every ounce of my body, heart and soul believed in this man.

“Well,” Claire breathed, clearly amused and impressed, perhaps a little smitten. She turned to me. “You’re going to have to tell me where you found this guy. I want one just like him.”

My memories flashed to Luminous, the woman being flogged, the sex rooms and St. Andrew’s crosses.

No way in hell. She was too young. “Maybe someday.”

As he reached for my hand and slid his fingertips up to my elbow, gently pulling me toward him, Jensen chuckled.

A look of confusion flashed in Claire’s eyes but the phone rang from the desk, breaking the moment. She excused herself and when we were alone, with only Claire’s soft and kind voice flittering in the background, Jensen’s hand continued grazing up my arm, goose bumps prickling in his wake.

“You are beautiful. So stunning,” he said, his hands curving around the hinge of my jaw and pulling me toward him. With the heels so high, he didn’t have to bend to kiss me.

When his lips met mine, all that vivid color, the brightness he brought to my life sparked like fireworks and I melded to him, hands on his hips, holding him close to me while he languidly kissed me senseless.

“We should go,” I murmured.

“If I didn’t have to speak, if this night wasn’t so important to Donovan and Talia, we wouldn’t. The things I could do to...the things I want to do to you.”

“Show me,” I whispered. “Show me all of it.”

Give me all of it.Give me all of you.

He understood my unspoken need and answered me with a promise. “I will.”

* * *

“It’s so wonderful to meet you,” Talia said, pulling me into a hug the moment we met. Her rounded, pregnant stomach made returning the hug slightly difficult, but I didn’t mind.

I’d been in awe of the Art Museum and the way it’d been decorated for the event since the moment we arrived. Jensen had given me a brief tour, and we’d spent the last thirty minutes, wandering the room, making introductions, laughing and talking with handfuls of beautiful and handsomely dressed people Jensen knew while I tried to keep up my end of the conversations.

I was out of my element, clearly, but Jensen made it easy. He made me feel comfortable and confident, taking care of everything from a glass of champagne to whispering people’s names and tidbits about them before we met, to help me feel included.

He was so talented at reading my cues in the bedroom, it shouldn’t have astonished me that he’d take the same kind of care with me outside of it. He’d promised I’d enjoy myself and while I was still a bit overwhelmed, the glass or two of champagne I’d consumed definitely helped.

The fact he continually touched me in one way or another until Talia pulled me into her arms was another reason.

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