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“Please don’t tell me you have the man in your pocket.”

“Let’s just say my father worked out an arrangement with him many years ago. You should try the wine. I had it brought in especially for tonight.”

“Hmmm… You’ve thought of everything.”

“Another surprise?”

“Perhaps you read a book on the how-to’s for creating a perfect romantic atmosphere.” She picked up the bottle, reading the label before opening and pouring two glasses. Then she turned around, not making any effort to come toward me. It would seem I still suffocated her.

“Perhaps I did. You’re staring at me. Didn’t anyone ever tell you it wasn’t polite to stare?” I yanked off my jacket, tossing it over the back of the leather chair. Her lips remained twisted, her eyes forever watching as I removed the holster.

“I am and I can do what I want. Do you carry a gun with you everywhere?”

“Don’t you?” I lifted an eyebrow and glanced down toward her thighs. I’d been impressed seeing two weapons strapped to her leg.

Sighing, she looked away. “I guess I do now.”

She finally walked closer and I took my time unfastening the cufflinks. As I started to roll up my sleeves, she repeated my action from before, allowing her gaze to fall slowly to my designer loafers. With one outstretched arm, she handed me a glass.

I watched as she took a sip, waiting for whatever sarcastic remarks might be on the tip of her tongue. “Fruity with a hint of raspberries. Spicy. Full-bodied. Delicious.” Her swallow wasexaggerated, the moan she issued soon after having an adverse effect on my cock.

The entire shaft was now pinched against my zipper. That just wouldn’t do.

“You look like a girl who enjoys swallowing.”

“Always. What do you think?”

I took a sip and purposely allowed the swallow to remain in my mouth. “Not bad, yet not as sweet as I prefer. You already know what I prefer.”

For the first time since we’d engaged in this filthy dance, a blush rose from her neck, covering her lovely cheeks.

After ripping off the confining bowtie and unfastening three buttons on my shirt, I closed the distance between us. “But drinks will need to wait.”

“Why is that?”

“Because I have other needs that require fulfilling.”

CHAPTER 28

Genevieve

Jago was purposely unnerving me.

Just the dark, heated look in his eyes was enough to create tingles while goosebumps swept across my arms. As he took the glass from my hand, placing both on the table, I sucked in and held my breath.

There was no reason for me to squirm because we’d perfected our evocative dance, but I found myself pressing my legs together since my pussy was throbbing. He was the consummate predator, stalking toward me with the patience and concentration of a lion.

My throat was suddenly dry, my mind skittering around the fact I was married. I had the ring and the marriage license to prove it. Which was why the thought of engaging in carnal activity presented itself in an entirely different way.

“You’re doing this on purpose. Aren’t you?” I asked, hating the sheepish tone in my voice. Where had that come from? Maybefrom the way he was looking at me. He’d undressed me with his eyes on the dance floor. Now he was planning how his nighttime feast would begin.

“What exactly?”

“Making me want you.”

“It would seem I’m damn good at making you want me almost all the time.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

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