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  Nice comeback. “You’re forgiven.” She hated that her insecurity was rearing its ugly head again. She blamed Lex’s aunt. Lex’s family was big on education. All the women had college degrees. Heck, his sister was a professor. What did Jillian have? A community college diploma in physical ed. She never cared about being book smart. She had plenty of talents, an accountant who kept an eye on her monies, and she diversified her investments, thanks to the advice from Chris. Listening to Vivian was screwing with her head. “What do you have planned?”

  “Every designer is going to beg you to wear their creation. It’s free publicity for them. I know assistants to some big names. All I need is your permission to say that you are looking for a wedding dress. You won’t have to pay a dime.”

  Jillian knew couture designers threw clothes and jewelry at stars for free publicity. No one had ever offered her anything. “Me or Princess Jillian?”

  He gave her a cheesy grin.

  She shot him a mean look. “Not happening. I’m not cashing in on something that’s not me. Just reschedule the appointments I missed today.”

  While Troy made the calls, Jillian flipped through channels, looking for something to watch. Disgusted by the slim pickings, she turned off the TV. She hated seeing her face and hearing the comments. Instead of stressing about things, she needed to escape being cooped up in this trailer.

  Jillian left for the makeup trailer. Penny Gilmore, an older makeup artist, didn’t even blink when Jillian asked for a wig and makeup.

  “Disguise?” Penny asked.

  “Yes. How did you know?”

  “I’ve been in this business long enough to know when a star needs one.”

  “I’m not a star, Penny.”

  “You are in my book, sweetheart. And a class act.” She pushed a bag in Jillian’s hand. “You won’t go wrong with these. If you need help, you know where to find me.”

  Wow, her heart warmed. Penny had never said more than two words to Jillian. Troy was done with his calls when she returned to the trailer. Her flight was in the evening, and she only had one stunt left, which was early in the morning. She would have time to check out the gowns. Maybe even ride her bike around Vancouver. She was often wired after a stunt, just like now.

  Sex, exercise, or riding her bike often calmed her down. How she wished Lex was around. He could help her burn off some of the energy fast. Riding her bike would have to do. The paparazzi would not see her coming.

  “Can you help me with these, Troy?” She dumped the contents of the bag on the couch. There was a wig, moustache, a beard, and bushy eyebrows.

  “Let’s talk about your clothes,” Troy said as he worked on her face.

  “Let’s not,” Jillian retorted.

  “A princess cannot wear ripped jeans and sweatpants,” he continued as though she hadn’t spoken. “You have gorgeous hair, but—”

  “If you ever call me a princess again, I will fire you, Troy Preston,” she warned and meant it.

  He stopped talking. When he was done with her face and hair, he stepped back and grinned. “Damn, I’m good. Take a look.”

  Jillian studied her reflection. The dark wig was perfect, but the moustache and eyebrows added a little something to her face. She looked androgynous.

  “I would do you if you were a dude,” Troy said.

  “I would do me if I wasn’t crazy about a certain billionaire.” She wiggled her thick eyebrows and shot Troy a glance. “I’d be crazy to fire you.”

  “Do I get a raise?”

  “After three days?” Jillian laughed and hugged him. “Don’t think so. Oh, next time I go on a shopping spree, you’re coming with.” His eyes lit up. “As long as you don’t criticize my choices. Nah-uh,” she added when he opened his mouth to speak. “I like my jeans ripped, and sweatpants are comfortable.”

  He rolled his eyes and muttered something that sounded like, “We’ll see,” but she ignored him. She removed her shirt and let him flatten her breasts with the bandage. She shrugged on a T-shirt and then the leather jacket. She studied her reflection and grinned.

  Perfect.

  A reflection caught her attention, and she whipped around, her heart skipping. A man was walking toward the trailer. She recognized the broad shoulders. The powerful build. The walk.

  Her heartbeat kicked into overtime. By the time she yanked opened the door, Lex was standing at the bottom of the steps. He radiated such raw sexuality her knees almost buckled. His eyes roamed her body, his stare intense and possessive. Her insides turned molten, and every cell in her body ignited.

  Jillian did something she’d never done with a guy before, not even her father or brothers. She flew into Lex’s arms, trusting him to catch her. Lex did just that and chuckled, the sexy sound rumbling through his chest.

  “Now that’s the kind of welcome a man could kill for,” he whispered. “Even when his woman is dressed as a man.”

  Jillian leaned back, her eyes caressing his handsome face. She wanted him so much she couldn’t breathe. “Why”—she swallowed—“why didn’t you tell me you were on your way here?”

  “And miss seeing you in clown paint again?”

  She laughed and kissed him, holding his head in place as their mouths fused, and their tongues caressed and danced. Cupping the back of her head, he took over, showing her that despite the fact that she’d started the kiss, he was in charge. He kissed her hard, nipped her bottom lip, and soothed it with his tongue before sucking on her tongue.

  A moan escaped her. Her skin tingled, and she felt a little faint. How she’d missed him. His scent. The feel of his arms. The texture of his skin. When she tried to lift her head, he followed. His lips didn’t leave hers as he lowered her to the ground.

  He wrenched his lips from hers, his body tense with need, the evidence of arousal pressing against her. The look on his face said he wanted to devour her.

  Then he sneezed.

  “Oh no. Are you coming down with something?” She placed the back of her hand against his forehead. “Do I need to take you back to my room, feed you cold meds, and tuck you in?”

  He chuckled and pressed his forehead to hers. “Sure, after two orgasms,” he whispered.

  Heat pooled between her legs. “Three.”

  “Let’s make it an even four.” He skimmed her moustache. “You are bad for my reputation.”

  Jillian wrinkled her nose. “How?”

  “I flew all this way to rescue you and look at you. You don’t need me.”

  Oh, she needed him. She rubbed against him. “I told you, there are some needs I can’t fulfill on my own.”

  “You could have fooled me last night.”

  Jillian laughed. The naughtiness he’d brought into her life was beyond her wildest dreams. “There’s something about being watched by the man you’re fantasizing about that’s really inspiring.”

  “I’m happy to be your muse.”

  He brushed his thumb gently across her lower lip. She took his thumb in her mouth and nibbled on the tip. Lex groaned. His reaction thrilled her.

  “You sing beautifully,” he added.

  “So do you,” she whispered, hugging him and inhaling him. She screamed his name every time she reached orgasm. The two of them were combustible, and she couldn’t wait to get him alone. She’d missed falling asleep with his scent surrounding her. Hell, she had missed making love with him. He kissed her again. This one was gentler, sweet. She sighed and reached for his cheek, caressing his warm skin.

  His eyes moved lower to her chest, then back up to meet hers. Heat flared in his eyes. “I want my woman back.”

  “Come inside the trailer and she’s all yours.”

  “No, we’re going to the hotel. I don’t intend to let you out of my arms for hours.”

  She needed him something bad. “You’re going to make me wait?”

  “Yes.”

  “Four big Os or Bobby is coming out to play,” she warned.

  He kissed her again. Hard this time. “Bobby
only comes out when we are apart, and even then, I get to watch.” He gripped her hand and glanced over her shoulder. “Can you find your way back to the hotel, or do you need a ride, Troy?”

  Jillian glanced over her shoulder. She’d completely forgotten about Troy.

  “If Ms. Jillian doesn’t need my help with anything, I’d like to stay here until they finish filming, sir.”

  Ms. Jillian? They’d done away with formality on their first day together. Jillian threw Troy a wink. “Enjoy yourself.” She planned to. Three days without Lex had left her starved. “And don’t let Chris’ grouchiness bother you.”

  Troy shrugged like it was nothing, but Jillian knew Chris’ attitude bothered the younger man. Maybe she would talk to Chris again.

  Lex led her to the parking lot, arm around her waist. Douglas didn’t bat an eyelid when he saw her. Good ol’ Doug. Nothing ever fazed the ex-CIA. He was Lex’s security consultant slash bodyguard slash cook slash somebody you didn’t mess with. He’d rescued her and Lex from her grandmother’s overzealous partners, which earned him serious brownie points in her book.

  The uniformed dude by his side probably came with the limo. He didn’t hide his shock as he watched them approach. He probably thought she and Lex were a gay couple. He touched his hat and opened the door for them while Douglas stood on the side and faked a nonchalant posture, but his eyes gave him away. He was alert and prepared for anything.

  “Hey, Douglas,” Jillian said, and the driver’s eyes widened in shock. A dude talking in a woman’s voice would do that to you.

  Douglas inclined his head. The poker face didn’t change. “Ms. Jillian.”

  “Thanks for coming to my rescue.” She planted a kiss on his cheek, and he winced. “Ooh, sorry. I completely forgot about your tooth. You still haven’t taken care of it?”

  “I did, Ms. Jillian. The dentist pulled it out.”

  “Did you take pain meds for it?”

  “No, ma’am. I’m okay.”

  She rolled her eyes. Men. “I have some in my room at the hotel, so yeah, you will take some even if I have to force it into you.” She threw him a challenging look. He nodded. “Was it hard getting past the press?”

  “Nothing we couldn’t handle. Pardon my observation, but I don’t think you need rescuing, Ms. Jillian. You seem to have it covered.”

  “Yeah, I was planning on flying over their heads on my bike like hell on wheels.” His lips twitched. Lex paled. He worried too much. She rubbed his back in soothing circles. “On the other hand, I didn’t fool Lex, so I’m sure they would have seen right through me.” She gave Douglas another smile. “Thanks for coming anyway.”

  She slid inside the cool interior of the limo. Lex spoke briefly with the two men before following her inside. The partition was already up, giving them the privacy they needed.

  Lex’s heated eyes stayed locked on her as the engine purred to life and the limo pulled away from the parking lot. She smiled, inviting him to play, but he didn’t move. The tease. He was deliberately keeping his distance when she wanted him all over her. He always did that to draw out the tension between them. Sometimes she played along and let him get away with it, and other times she got too impatient.

  She uncrossed and recrossed her legs and leaned back, grinning at the way his eyes followed her every movement. She crooked her finger.

  He moved closer. “You didn’t fool me because it doesn’t matter what you wear. I’ll always know it’s you.”

  “How?”

  His broad shoulders lifted and dropped. Then he reached out and stroked her cheek. She leaned into his hand, welcoming his touch.

  “I know when you enter a room. When you fall asleep and the moment you wake up. When you want to make love, or when you just want to fuck.”

  “What do I want now?”

  He traced her lower lip again, then moved to the top and touched her fake moustache. “Why don’t you get rid of this and I’ll show you?”

  Her stomach dropped a little. She felt safe with the moustache. To get him off the subject, she turned her head, took his finger into her mouth, and sucked on it hard. A groan rumbled through his chest, his eyes growing fierce. She let go of his finger, pulling it out slowly, and kissed the tip.

  “Is the moustache a turnoff?” she purred.

  “No. You could be covered with fur and I’d still want to fuck your brains out.”

  She laughed throatily. “Is that what you plan to do to me?”

  “For the next several hours.” He cupped her face. “You don’t need to be afraid of the reporters, Jillian. I’m here now.”

  Easy for him to say. He’d probably been talking to the press since he was old enough to say his name. If she were honest with herself, she’d admit that her reluctance to visit Armenia was deeply rooted in her issues with reporters and their intrusiveness. Her grandmother would parade her around, and she would have to talk to them.

  “I’m not afraid,” she fibbed.

  Lex interlaced their fingers and lifted her hand to his lips. He pressed a kiss on her knuckles. “I’ll not let anyone hurt you.”

  He could reassure her all he wanted, but in the end, she’d have to face her demons alone. She jumped from burning buildings and flipped cars, yet reporters scared the crap out of her. She had reasons for that.

  Lex lifted her chin and studied her face. Concern turned his gray eyes into molten mercury, and she realized why. She was gripping his hand tightly, probably cutting the circulation to his fingers. She relaxed hers and gave him a tiny smile.

  “Talk to me, sweetheart,” he said.

  “Do you have senseless fears?” she asked.

  “No.” She rolled her eyes, and he chuckled. “I mean I have fears, but I don’t consider them senseless. They’re rooted in something.”

  It was hard to imagine him scared of anything. “So what makes the great Lex Fitzgerald shake in his custom-made boots?”

  “Clowns.”

  Was he serious? “Clowns?”

  “If you laugh, I’m going to make you really, really sorry,” he threatened.

  She bit her inner cheek to stop from laughing. “Sorry how?”

  “Tie you to my bed and not let you leave the room for a week.”

  She grinned. “I could work with that.”

  He chuckled. “I was seven when I sneaked into my parents’ bedroom instead of going to sleep. They were watching a movie about a clown serial killer.” He grimaced. “I slept with them that night and the next night. My father was big on conquering one’s fears, so he took me to the circus often so I’d see that clowns were harmless. It didn’t help. I’ve watched every clown movie ever made to desensitize myself, but nothing works.”

  The poor, adorable man. “You call my makeup clown makeup,” she said, elbowing him. “Does that mean I scare you?”

  “In ways you couldn’t possibly understand.” He lowered his head to kiss her, but stopped just before their lips met, angled his head, and sneezed again.

  He had to be allergic to synthetic hair. Forget about the stupid disguise, her insecurities, and the damn reporters. She wanted his mouth on her. She peeled off the moustache, the eyebrows, and the wig, and shook her hair.

  “Kiss me now,” she said.

  He chuckled. “Is that a request?”

  It had come out like a plea. “No, an order.”

  “Then how can I possibly refuse?” He cupped her cheeks and captured her mouth. The kiss wasn’t slow or dreamy, both of which he could do easily. It was wet and hungry, flooding her veins with heat.

  The taste of him went straight to her head as his tongue slid against hers. He nipped at her lower lip, causing her to gasp. Pain and pleasure shot through her, and she welcomed it. He leaned back, pulling her to him. Her tongued flicked across the corner where his lips met, then along his lower lip, savoring the texture, but he wasn’t in the mood to play. He captured her mouth again on a soft groan, completely taking over her senses. Jillian couldn’t get close enough to hi
m. Her breasts ached behind the bandages, begging for his touch. Her panties were soaked.

  He pulled her onto his lap and threaded his fingers through her hair, his touch not gentle. She didn’t need gentle. The combination of a stunt and Lex’s unexpected arrival was like a double dose of adrenaline. She needed primal. Hot. Hard. Roughness around the edges.

  He tore his mouth from hers and blazed a trail along her neck, at the same time angling her body so she sat facing forward with her back to him. He swept his hand along her waist, pushing her shirt out of the way and reaching under her pants. The loose man pants gave him plenty of room to move.

  He ran the tips of his fingers along the edge of her panties. She trembled and tilted her hips, inviting him to play her. She was taut like a fine instrument, and he was the master. She needed those fingers to get to work.

  “Touch me,” she begged, leaning against him as he bit her ear, his breath hot on her nape.

  A growl worked its way up his chest as he moved lower over her silk panties. “I was wrong.”

  “About?”

  “Waiting until we got to the hotel. I need this.” His hand stroked the wet silk panel. “I want you naked. My mouth on you.” His lips mapped her neck. “I’ve thought of nothing else since we spoke on the plane. Would you like to come in my mouth?”

  “Yes.”

  “You will. You’ll sing for me, Jillian. Because nothing makes me happier than hearing my name on your lips. I’ll take you fast, then slow.” He nipped her skin, and she shuddered. “For now, you’ll have to settle for this.” He pushed aside the wet fabric and ran his fingers across her swollen clit.

  Jillian gasped as sparks shot up her spine. She loved his fingers. They were long and talented, and gave the most amazing orgasms. Her head fell back on his shoulder, her eyes closing. He slid a finger inside her, and her thighs tightened around his hand, an instinctive reaction to the invasion.

  “Open up, babe,” he ordered, his powerful thighs wedging between hers from behind.

  She let her knees fall open for him, lifted her hips, and wished she wasn’t wearing anything. He slid in the second finger, and a moan escaped her, the sound reverberating around the limo. The sensations were intense. It was one thing to pleasure herself while he watched from miles away and quite another to have his hands on her.