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Jade shook her head. “I had nothing to do with it. I just sat here. You didn’t need me at all.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, Jade. You were the key to getting rid of the competition. You did all the grunt work behind thescenes. You’re more than my assistant. You’re my right-hand woman. I couldn’t have done this without you by my side.”

She leaned over and kissed Jade softly. The waiter was mere feet away, but Simone didn’t care. At that moment, all she wanted was to kiss her sweet princess. And the way Jade trembled at the touch of her lips stirred an insatiable craving inside her.

Simone broke away. “Since we’re done with business, why don’t you go back up to our suite? I’ll stay here and have one last drink with Ashton. That will give you time to prepare for the rest of the night.” She slid her hand up the front of Jade’s thigh. “I’ll be up in an hour. And I expect to find you in the bedroom, on your knees, waiting for me. Lose the dress, but keep the necklace on. And let your hair down.”

Jade nodded, her cheeks flushing pink. “Whatever you want.”

“Now, hurry up and get out of here before I have to explain to Ashton why you’re blushing like that.”

Simone watched her leave, satisfaction and desire rippling through her. Jade was well and truly hers. Hers to command. Hers to claim. Hers to entrust with every part of herself.

And tonight, Simone would show her that.

CHAPTER 19

At the foot of the bed, in the penthouse suite of The Ashton Star, Jade waited.

On her knees. Her hair loose, gathered over one shoulder. The emerald-green dress hung carefully in the closet, leaving her dressed in the lingerie Simone had gifted her—a bra and panties made of the finest silk, black overlaid with lace as white and delicate as snow.

And Simone’s necklace of diamonds and sapphires encircling her neck.

Jade’s body pulsed with anticipation. What would Simone do when she walked through the door to find Jade waiting for her, on her knees, dressed in nothing but her gifts? Would she take Jade in with those mesmerizing amber eyes before devouring her with ravenous lips and hands? Would she tie Jade up and assail her with sensual delights while leaving her powerless to do anything but beg for release?

Would Simone make love to her in a way that was sweet and tender, but demanding and possessive at the same time?

The gift of surrender.That was what Simone wanted from her. That was what Jade longed to give her. Trust andvulnerability didn’t come easy to her. But with Simone, it feltright.

The faint sound of the elevator arriving at the penthouse reached her, followed by the click of heels echoing up to the high ceilings as Simone made her way to the bedroom. Jade’s heartbeat quickened. The last hour had crawled by. But now that the moment she’d been waiting for had arrived, the doubts in her mind reemerged. Was she truly ready for this? Would she ever be?

But she barely had a moment to second guess herself before Simone appeared in the doorway to the bedroom.

Jade peered up at her. She was still wearing the long mauve cocktail dress she’d worn to dinner, her hair in a loose updo and her lips an irresistible shade of red. Yet here and now, alone in their suite together, she was even more captivating than before.

Simone stepped into the room, hips swaying. “What a beautiful sight to come back to.”

She circled around Jade, piercing eyes scorching her skin. Jade’s breath deepened. She didn’t move an inch.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment,” Simone said, sweeping her fingers along the back of Jade’s shoulders. “To have you on your knees. At my feet.”

She moved to stand in front of Jade, skimming her fingertips up Jade’s neck, grazing the necklace around it.

“This will be just as sweet for me as it will be for you.”

Jade quivered, electricity sparking through her at Simone’s touch. She kept her head down, not daring to look her in the eye.

“Wait right here for me,” Simone said. “Do not move. Do not speak. Wait. Understand?”

Jade nodded.

Simone’s footsteps receded. Seconds passed in silence, then minutes. All the while, Jade waited for Simone for the second time that night.

And after an eternity, Simone returned to the bedroom. From Jade’s place at the foot of the bed, her eyes downcast, all she could see of Simone were heeled feet and long legs clad in sheer black pantyhose pacing around the bedroom. As Simone stopped beside the bed, it took all Jade’s willpower not to turn around.

Finally, Simone returned to stand before her. “You’ve done well to wait for me, kneeling in place so obediently all this time. But your Mistress is here now.”

She leaned down, the scent of leather filling Jade’s head as a long whip with dozens of tails fell into view. A flogger made of black suede, the handle intricately woven with silver threads.

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