Mistress & a Million Dollars / Satin & A Scandalous Affair

She looked up at him in the dim light, trying to focus, trying to think, but it was hard when “God’s gift to women” was beneath her. “Um—so I can go to—”

“Bed? You’re already in bed. With me.”

She moistened her lips. “I need to shower and get something to eat.”

“No problem. I’ll order in pizza. We’ll sit on the balcony and watch the Moomba fireworks light up the sky.” All at once, he put her away from him and rolled out of bed. Naked. And then he pulled her up on her feet. Naked.

“What are you doing?”

He bent and scooped her up in his arms. Naked. “We’re going to take a shower first.”

“Together?”

His brow rose as he carried her into the bathroom. “You have a problem with that?” he said, his blue eyes sure she wouldn’t object.

And for once she didn’t. “No.”

He gave her a look of mild surprise. “Sweet acquiescence?”

She nodded. “Maybe.”

His eyes dropped to her mouth. “I think I like it.”

Her heartbeat accelerated. “Don’t get too used to it.”

“That’s good. Because I kind of like that snappy Briana Davenport, too, remember.” He stood her inside the glass cubicle and picked up the soap. “And now, let’s see what type of fireworks we can make for ourselves tonight.”

She opened her mouth to jokingly point out that water would put out any fireworks, but his kiss stole her words away. Before too long she didn’t care anyway. She went up in flames first, then he joined her, and it proved one thing. They were combustible together, wet or not.

Afterward, he left her on the bed and walked out of the room with a towel wrapped around his hips, saying he’d be back shortly. Satiated but trying not to show it too much, Briana pulled the edge of the comforter over her nakedness. It was silly to even consider hiding her body, but she was still tingling from his touch. She had been putty in his hands. And that wasn’t good. Not good at all.

He was back in a few moments, carrying a woman’s robe. He came over to the bed and held it open for her, but she stared at the oyster-colored silk as if it carried the bubonic plague.

“Don’t worry. It’s new.”

“Order in a supply, did you?” she said, relieved not to be offered something worn by one of his previous lovers. Then she saw the label still attached to the sleeve. She glanced up at him. “This is one of the pieces you bought at the casino.”

“Yes.”

She almost said something about his getting his money’s worth, but she didn’t want to bring that up. Not right now. Not after he’d made such wonderful love to her. Besides, her brain was tired from fighting.

She let her mouth ease into a smile. “I hope you don’t plan on me wearing them all.”

A surprised glint of amusement appeared in his eyes. “That was my intention.”

“Good luck,” she quipped, throwing the cover aside in an attempt to be blasé. Then she got up and slipped into the robe. “You’re going to need it, mister.”

A moment’s silence met her ears, and she looked back at Jarrod behind her, only to find his eyes dark with desire.

He turned her in his arms to face him. “Lady, having you in that robe is all the luck I need,” he murmured huskily, his gaze raking down her bare skin exposed by the open gown, making slow warmth heat her cheeks.

“Um…what about the pizza?”

“They deliver late.”

He kissed her then and it turned her inside out, and soon he had slipped the robe back off her shoulders, slowly, slowly making love to her once more.

As Briana watched him enter her, she knew one thing. It was wonderful to be wanted by a man who wanted her. Not just Briana, the model.

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