Page 117 of For Your Eyes Only

My white blouse is unbuttoned dangerously low. My curls are brushed into dramatic waves over my eyes, down my back, and my lips are painted glossy nude.

Jacque is thrilled with my black lace bra, my curves, my “bedroom eyes.” By the time we’re finished, he declares me his “new muse” to a disgusted Pietro. “I must work with you again. Do you have representation?”

“Um… my boyfriend might help me.” Wrinkling my nose, I’m not sure if Trip knows about modeling, but he seems to know a little about everything.

Jacque smiles, tapping my chin. “My assistant will call you. All you have to do is say yes. I’ll guide you through the rest.”

“Thank you.”

“How amazing was that?” Mira is bouncing in the driver’s seat as we head back to the studio. “It was like watching Beth Boldt finding Naomi Campbell. You’re a natural, and I get to tell the story. I can say I knew you when you were a mere second assistant.”

I don’t know what she’s talking about—probably because I never went to design school. “I didn’t show him my sketches.”

Mira squeezes my shoulder. “I have a feeling before long, you’ll be able to show anybody anything, and they’ll be begging for more.”

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With all that happened today,my head is spinning when I arrive back at the apartment. I’m dying to tell Trip everything, particularly the part where I said he was my agent, but when I walk in the door, I can’t find him.

Food is simmering on the stove, and a bottle of wine is on the table. I smile at the crystal vase of peonies. He’s always buying me flowers, but where is he?

I cross the living room to the balcony calling his name, but he’s not there.

I’m in our master suite before I notice the sound of the shower running. Pressing my lips together, I have an idea. All the sexy music and channeling my inner dancer got me a little heated up.

Placing my hand on the door, I gently guide it open, hoping to surprise him. His face is under the spray, one hand braced against the wall, and his head is bowed as the water washes his dark hair forward.

My eyes travel down the lines of muscle in his back. He has the physique of an athlete—long, lean muscles, narrow waist, solid legs. My stomach tingles, and I quickly unbutton my white shirt, unzipping my skirt and discarding my bra and panties on the small chair at my vanity.

He lifts his chin, looking over his shoulder as I open the door. Hazel eyes smolder, gliding from my eyes to my lips, to my bare breasts, to my stomach, finally to my pussy, which is slick and needy for his touch.

“You’re home.” Desire thickens his voice, but before he can turn I go to him, wrapping my arms around him and pressing my soft parts against his hard ones.

“I’m home.” Stretching higher, I slide my tongue along his shoulder, fresh water filling my mouth. “I have so much to tell you, but first, I missed you.”

My hand is against his stomach, and I slide it lower, smoothing it over the erection rising to meet my grasp. The muscles in his arms flex, and his fingers curl on the wall.

“I missed you.” The strain in his tone lights my core.

Rising on my toes, I kiss the back of his neck, behind his ear. “I imagined you in here thinking of me, stroking your cock.”

“I’m always thinking of you.” He turns his face, capturing my mouth. “But I save my cock for you.”

“Such a good boy.” I grin, biting his ear, and he groans.

“I’ll show you a good boy.” He turns, and I lose my grip on the iron rod between his thighs.

With a growl, he switches our positions so I’m facing the shower, and his hands are on my body, sliding between my thighs as he massages my clit, slipping a finger into me.

“Already so wet?” He groans as his other hand cups my breasts, tweaking and pulling my nipples. Pleasure floods my veins with heat, and I drop my head back against his shoulder. “What does my bad girl want?”

“I want your cock.” I answer fast, already so close to the edge, getting closer from his aggressive touches. “Give it to me.”

“Hm… Do I need to remind you who’s boss?” He bites the side of my neck, and I moan, remembering our edging session and how my brain nearly exploded.

“Yes…” I gasp, rubbing my ass against his erection, bracing one hand against the shower, and reaching behind me for his cock. “Spank me.”

Gripping my hip, he drives roughly into me, holding me steady as he thrusts hard and fast.

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