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  That arrogant bastard moved her stuff!

  No, she wasn’t going to get mad at him. He was her hero today because of the piece Rod ran. Jillian left the room and was on her way to the door when she saw Troy’s black trench coat. Like most of his clothes, it was trendy and gorgeous. An idea popped into her head.

  She dialed Troy’s number. “Can I borrow your trench coat? I promise to return it tomorrow.”

  “Sure. Do you need me upstairs?”

  “No. I’ll see you in the morning.”

  Jillian removed her tube dress and shrugged on the trench coat. She was tying the belt when something heavy bumped against her thigh. There was something in one of the pockets. She fished it out and grinned.

  Handcuffs. Man-size.

  “Troy, you freak.”

  She found the keys too. Hoping Troy wouldn’t mind, she slipped them back into the pocket and left the room. Troy was a few inches taller than her and skinny for a guy, so the coat fit her perfectly. The heeled stilettos added a little something to it.

  Jillian was sure people could tell she was naked underneath the coat. The few in the elevator stared. She smiled back, shameless in her naughtiness.

  Lex opened the door when she knocked, his eyes lingering on the stockings and heels. His eyes said he approved. He’d changed into casual black pants that hinted at his powerful thighs and a matching polo shirt that hid nothing. His masculinity was potent, and her poor heart and body responded. There was something electrifying about him when he left his corporate image behind. Like a shark in a dolphin suit. Throw in the six o’clock shadow and he was a poster boy for decadent fantasies.

  “Done?” he asked, his eyes twinkling.

  She gave a melodramatic sigh. “I was hoping you’d open the door wearing nothing but an apron.”

  He chuckled. “There’s always next time.” He stepped back. “How did things go with Faith?”

  “Great. She is amazing.” Her eyes went to the table set for two and packed with plates covered with silver domes. He’d gone all out. Candles and flowers. Or maybe she should say Douglas had gone all out since he did everything for Lex. And from the utensils, she could tell the food hadn’t come from the restaurant downstairs.

  “This looks good,” she said.

  “I’m told it tastes even better. May I take your coat?”

  She studied his face to see if he knew about her outfit, or lack thereof. The glint in his eyes said he did. “No, I think I’ll keep it on for now.”

  He chuckled and pulled out a chair for her, lowering his head to whisper, “I hope it doesn’t get too hot in here for you.” His warm breath fanned her ear.

  “You know, if a certain arrogant man hadn’t gone to my room and packed my clothes, I would not be wearing borrowed things,” she said.

  “Do I need to apologize?”

  She tilted her head to the side as he nuzzled her nape. His stubble against her skin was sensual. She wanted to turn her head and kiss him. Bet that was his plan, the rotten man. He was too used to being in charge. Heck, Faith had admitted no one ever questioned him. Jillian wasn’t going to join the pack and enable him. The cuffs hanging heavy in her pocket would suit her plans for tonight. She leaned away from his tempting lips and gave him an innocent smile.

  “Let’s leave it for later. I promised myself I’d go easy on you after seeing what Rod had broadcast. That earned you some brownie points. Him too since I was on the fence on whether I liked him or not.”

  “I’m sure he’ll be happy to hear that.” Lex smoothly changed the subject without asking her how she’d known about the piece, which was something she’d noticed about him. He wasn’t good with compliments. It was almost like he was embarrassed to be thanked.

  “Thank you for coming to my rescue,” she said and waited.

  “It was nothing,” he said dismissively, then added, “I hope you’ll try some of this.” He opened a bottle of wine and poured some into two glasses. He made sure he didn’t pour too much for her. He knew she wasn’t much of a drinker.

  Jillian crossed her legs, and the side of the coat with cuffs dropped lower, revealing her hip and the lacy top of her black stocking. Lex’s eyes zeroed in on it. She leaned back and grinned. When their eyes met, he chuckled.

  “So you plan to drive me crazy?” he asked.

  “Something like that.” She ran a finger across her lower lip. “But I’ll make it up to you later.”

  “How?”

  “You want details?”

  He nodded. “I like to be prepared.”

  Jillian eased her foot from her shoe and lifted it until she found his knees. She slipped between them and followed his thigh until she reached his erection. “Honey, you’re already prepared.”

  He groaned, not moving back or hiding his response. She rotated her ankle and curled her toes. Finally, he trapped her foot and rubbed it against him. He slid a hand along her stockinged leg.

  “These are my favorite,” he said, watching her as he crept closer to the garter belt.

  “I know.” They were so sheer it felt like she wore nothing. Before he could reach her skin, she dropped her foot and scooted away from his hand. “No touching.”

  He studied her with narrowed eyes and seconds ticked by, his eyes intense and dark. She was sure he’d sweep the food aside and haul her onto the table. That would not suit her plans. She picked up her glass and took a sip of the wine. Fruity.

  “Nice,” she murmured and ran her tongue along her upper teeth. Big mistake. Lex’s eyes were on her lips now. Dinner was going to be interesting.

  And it was. The food was good, the wine chilled to perfection, even though she only took a few sips, and she had him anticipating her touch with every bite. When he looked like he couldn’t take it anymore, she anted up the stakes, loosening the belt and letting the lapels fall apart.

  The fire in his eyes flared, but he stayed glued to his chair, giving the illusion that he was the lamb and she the fox. They both knew he could switch roles on her in the blink of an eye.

  “How much do I owe you for my wedding dress?” she asked, running her finger around the rim of her wine glass.

  Lex leaned back against his seat and studied her with hooded eyes. “Didn’t Faith explain?”

  “Oh, yeah, she did. I just didn’t believe her.”

  He chuckled. “She was right. She doesn’t charge a dime.”

  “That’s generous of her, but unacceptable to me.”

  Lex crossed his arms. “Faith and I have a deal. She designs signature wedding dresses for family members, and I buy the materials needed and pay her girls to sew it. I tend to buy a lot more than she needs so she has extra to use on a few more designs for her other clients. It’s a win-win situation.”

  In other words he paid her with materials. The satin and the lace used on her dress must have cost a fortune. “Clever.”

  “Thank you. The women in my family are stubborn, and I’ve learned to never argue with them. I come up with solutions that benefit everyone.”

  Micromanaging everyone. She had him pegged right. “So how much do I owe you?”

  “Nothing. My money is your money.”

  “Not yet, it isn’t, which reminds me. I need a prenup.” He stopped smirking and leaned forward. She didn’t lean back. His scent teased her, and she almost pushed aside their conversation. His scent always filled her with naughty thoughts. “If you ever cheat on me and I demand a divorce, I don’t want you to get a dime of my hard-earned stunt monies. And since I’m an heiress, I don’t want you touching my vineyard or my grandparents’ company. Oh,” she gave him a saucy smile, “and I’m a princess, which means you’ll have some lame title as my, uh, consort. You cannot keep that title when we divorce. So yeah, I need a prenup.”

  He had started laughing before she finished. “When did my aunt call you?”

  She should have known she couldn’t fool him. “What aunt?”

  “Jillian, I know you, and I know my family. Aunt Viv called
you about a prenup.”

  “No, she didn’t. This is all me. I don’t want you micromanaging me, so I insist… What are you doing?” He had pulled out his phone and was punching buttons.

  “Calling my aunt.” He put the phone to his ear.

  “No, don’t call her.” She jumped up, came to his side of the table and tried to wrestle the phone from his hand. He grabbed her waist and pulled her onto his lap.

  “Behave,” he warned in a hard voice.

  “I was planning on telling her that I want a prenup,” Jillian said.

  “She asked you to sign one after I told her to back off.”

  Jillian blinked. “You did?”

  “Of course. You and I will make decisions about us. What we do is none of my family’s business. Ahh, Aunt Viv, sorry to interrupt your evening.”

  “Let me talk to her,” Jillian mouthed.

  Lex squinted and shook his head. “Yes, Vancouver,” he said into the phone. “Jillian needed me.”

  “No,” Jillian mouthed.

  “Of course, she’d never admit it. Yes, she’s very stubborn. Aunt Viv, remember I told you I didn’t want Jillian signing a prenup?”

  Jillian indicated to him to cut the call. When he refused, she tried to get off his lap, but his arm tightened around her waist. She elbowed him hard. He didn’t even flinch.

  “She agrees with you,” Lex said and angled his head as he listened. “She has an addendum she wants added to what your legal team drafted.” He listed everything Jillian just told him. “Now is not a good time. She’ll contact you as soon as we get home. Okay, Aunt Viv. Goodnight.” He turned off the phone and placed it on the table.

  Jillian wanted to kill him. “You are an ass.”

  His hand slipped under her trench coat to caress her stomach. Heat shot straight to her core, and her nipples pebbled. “I gave you what you wanted, and you didn’t have to talk to my aunt. You should be thanking me.”

  “I intend to. About the prenup…” she said, covering his hand and stopping him from further exploration.

  “You can have it if you think you need it to protect your assets. Personally, I don’t think we need one. I’ll never cheat on you or ask for a divorce.”

  “What if I cheated on you?”

  He smiled as though there was no chance in hell of that happening. He tugged at the trench coat. “Can we get rid of this now?”

  “You first.” She slid her hands under his polo shirt and pushed it upward. He pulled it off, baring his masculine chest. She dropped a kiss on his chest and stood. His eyes followed her.

  She played peekaboo with her coat, opening one lapel so he caught a glimpse of her body and closing it. She rolled her hips to a silent tune as she did the other side. “You want to see more?”

  “Yes.”

  “Anything for you.” Jillian sashayed behind him, removing the cuffs from her pocket before shrugging off the coat. “Give me your hand. No, don’t turn around. Just give me your right hand.” The adorable man did exactly as she asked, and she snapped the cuff on.

  He glanced over his shoulder. “What are you up to, Jillian?”

  “Micromanaging every cell in your body for the rest of the evening. Lean forward a little bit; then give me the other hand.”

  “I don’t know if I like this,” he said, but complied. Using the wooden slats on the back of the chair, she bound him to the chair.

  “You’ll love it.” She moved around and faced him. She read doubt in his eyes. “You don’t think I’m up to the challenge?”

  “I think you can do anything you put your mind to. Is this going to be part of our daily fun?”

  “Only if you ask nicely.” Reaching back, she unhooked her bra and set her breasts free. He wore an expectant expression, his eyes raking her body, his muscles taught. He swallowed. “Or if you’ve been naughty.”

  She straddled his legs, and he naturally turned his head to pull a nipple into his mouth, but Jillian scooted out of reach. “No, hun. You don’t touch. Just sit back and enjoy.”

  Cupping his face, she tilted his head and rubbed her lips across his. Licked his lower lip. When he opened his mouth to let her in, she darted away, moving to his cheek, rubbing hers against his stubble. She kissed her way to his forehead and then the other side. She wanted him to remember the gentleness of her lips down to his bones. The reverence in her kisses. The love in her touch. Only then would he understand that she would never hurt him. Just as she knew he’d be there to catch her when she fell, she would be there to catch him.

  Her lips met with his again. This time, she kissed him deeply. The blend of wine and his unique masculine taste was intoxicating. Heat flared through them and a deep groan worked its way from his core.

  She tilted his head to kiss the corded column of his neck. Usually, she’d whisper dirty words in his ear. Not tonight. Tonight was about love and giving in, feeling safe.

  “You are so beautiful.” She nipped his neck, and he jerked. Thrilled by his response, she caressed his arms. “So strong,” she added, caressing his shoulders, loving the way his muscles spasmed under her palm. He was completely under her control now, his pleasure in her hands.

  “I think you have it backward. You are the gorgeous one. The one—” He hissed when her teeth grazed his nipple. She blew and sucked on it. Gentle, then hard. His hips lifted, seeking her softness.

  “You like that?” she said.

  “Do it again.”

  She did and was rewarded with a groan and a shudder. Then she realized what he was doing. No matter how often she started their love making, he always finished.

  “I’m in charge now, so you have to ask,” she warned, kissing the hard planes of his stomach, deliberately ignoring the bulge behind his pants.

  “Please, bite me,” he said, desperation coloring the words.

  She did, working her way back to his nipples and then lower to his stomach. His breathing became labored, his chest rising and falling, sweat starting to dot his skin. She unzipped his pants, taking her time, dropping kisses on exposed skin. She pushed them down to his ankles and left them there, effectively holding his legs captive. The hunger in his eyes said he didn’t care. She had him. No longer wanting to tease him, she pulled down his briefs, the ten-inch erection jutting in the air in all its glory.

  Jillian had bedded her share of men, but no one had a cock like Lex’s. It was hard and ridged with veins, both a thing of beauty and a merciless weapon for pleasure. She’d died many deaths under it. Above it. Sideways. In the bedroom. In the elevator. On the counter. She could go on forever.

  She wrapped a hand around the base and stroked the full length of him. He hissed again when she slid her hand back to the base then licked him. His hips jerked. She threw him a wicked smile then rolled her tongue around the blunt tip. Tremors shot through him.

  “Take me,” he growled. “All of me.”

  No longer caring that he was giving her orders, she obeyed, humming, knowing how the vibrations from her throat heightened his pleasure. She stroked him with her tongue, relaxing her throat for him to fit. He rocked his hips, but she was determined to do most of the work, sucking hard and fast. She pushed her hair on one side so he could watch her lush lips wrapped around him. She raked his stomach with her fingers and did something she’d never done before—let her teeth graze him as he rocked into her.

  He groaned. “Fuck. Do it again.”

  She did, and he became undone. He bucked, sweat coating his body, muscles trembling with the effort to hold back. She went for the kill, taking him deeper and deeper.

  “I’m getting close,” he warned.

  She knew it. Felt it in his taut thighs and stomach. His ass lifted off the seat, his breathing raspy. She reached under him and grabbed his butt cheeks while sucking harder and harder.

  “Any second now,” he warned jerkily as though giving her a chance to stop. She wanted him to come in her mouth. She hummed, and the sound was drowned by his guttural cry of her name as an orgasm
tore through him.

  CHAPTER 6

  Lex stood beside Barbs on Georgia Viaduct, an overpass leading out of downtown Vancouver, and watched Jillian’s car roll over several times before it came to a stop. Third time wasn’t a charm. He was never getting used to this shit. His stomach churned, and his jaw hurt from clenching his teeth too hard.

  He tried thinking about last night, replaying the look on Jillian’s eyes as she’d taken him into her mouth, licked and reduced him to a pubescent boy getting his first blowjob. But images of last night didn’t help. There was something about watching the woman he loved play Russian roulette with her life that was sobering. Even though last night had taught him that he liked being held captive by his siren, future bride, he was contemplating cuffing her to a bed indefinitely just so she wouldn’t sign on to another movie. One of these days, these mini panic attacks would morph into something fatal.

  “That was her last stunt,” Barbs said reassuringly, and Lex knew he’d given himself away. He didn’t care. He wanted to scoop Jillian up and get the hell out of Canada.

  He watched as she got out of the car and hugged a buff guy who looked like he could snap her in two. He said something, and her laughter echoed around the underpass.

  The sound restored his balance. She was okay. He was the one who was a mess.

  “You can’t bear to watch her do stunts, yet you keep coming back. Have you thought of just telling her how you feel? I’m sure she’d stop if she knew.”

  Lex let that stew. Jillian wasn’t the kind of woman you told what to do or guilted into doing things. She’d confessed she didn’t like Hollywood, so he hoped she’d walk away when she was ready. On the other hand, performing with her family had been a more appealing option at the time. Now that it was no longer an option, he wondered what her plans were. Whatever they were, he would support her. It didn’t matter what he wanted. When it came to her career, it was all about what she wanted.

  “The decision to quit or not will be Jillian’s, Barbs. Not mine.”

  “Then there’s only one solution, my dear boy,” Barbs said.

  Only Barbs and his mother could get away with calling him a boy. She and his mother were age mates and sorority sisters. Barbs’ youthful face was more due to cosmetic surgeries than her age. “And what is that?”