Luxury Model Wife by Adele Downs Page A

were here yesterday.”
    “Uh, Beverly and I have been reorganizing the work space. I’ll show you.” Though Steve was tech savvy, he also used old-school methods to keep track of inventory. She squeezed past him and pulled open a third drawer. “See, they’re in here. We discarded outdated paperwork and streamlined the cabinet.”
    She removed a receipt book, laid it on the counter behind her, and then pushed the drawer with her hip. Instead of closing, the drawer lurched, skittered sideways in its tracks, and stuck in the fully open position. “Oh. Sorry.” She tugged at the drawer to straighten it, but it stuck tighter than before.
    “Here, I’ll fix that. Damn thing jams all the time. I need to get rid of this cabinet and buy something better.”
    Steve took a step forward at the same time Victoria tried to move out of his way. The two parried just as a shard from the bottom edge of the wooden drawer caught her tweed skirt and yanked her backward. She yelped in surprise as her pelvis locked against his, wedging them tightly between the glass-top counter and the drawer clutching her bottom.
    Steve’s eyes registered shock. “Sorry.”
    “Oh.”
    “How the hell…?”
    She tried to break free, but wriggling only made matters worse. She could feel his body respond as she moved her hips. She froze, her heart slamming inside her chest, as his erection pressed against her groin.
    Steve groaned.
    Victoria sucked in a breath.
    Heat flashed, sizzled, and then shot upward from her center to warm her chest and cheeks. When her eyes locked with his, his gaze burned through her. Every cell in her body seemed to hum against his while they breathed the same air in shallow rushes. The back of her neck prickled and goose bumps peppered her flesh.
    His erection strained between them, shooting another bolt of lightning to her core. She should have been indignant, or horrified, or embarrassed. Instead, she released a moan. It had been so long since she’d been with a man her age she’d almost forgotten the thrill of vigor and strength.
    Guilt struck like a cold slap. “Please, hurry.” She pressed her hands against his chest to push him away, but the sturdy feel of his body did nothing to ease the situation, or her damned inconvenient desire.
    His face flushed and he cursed under his breath. He leaned over Victoria, attempting to ease the pressure on their joined hips by stretching his arms over her shoulders and anchoring his palms against a closed drawer behind her.
    It didn’t help. In this new position his chest pressed firmly against her breasts. The friction fanned hot and cold flames over her skin, and though she tried not to react, her body gave her away. Heat flared between her legs and sent fire to her belly with his full-frontal body slam.
    Victoria shivered, and the mortified sound escaping her lips sounded more like a sob than a sigh, for which she was grateful. She wasn’t ready to admit how drawn she was to this man.
    This married man. Victoria started to panic, but to wiggle free with his body pressed tight against hers was out of the question. Wriggling had caused enough trouble.
    “Let me try to free your skirt,” he whispered against her hair. His breath on her cheek smelled like fresh, warm cloves.
    Perhaps he was only trying to ease her growing panic, but his voice vibrated against the fine strands near her ear causing erotic longings that shocked her with their intensity. Goose flesh radiated along her skin. The pulse between her legs grew more urgent with the insistent pressure of his groin, and his chest against hers.
    It had been so long. So endlessly long since she’d been touched.
    “The fabric is tangled,” he said. “I’ll do my best to free it without tearing the cloth. Okay?”
    Victoria nodded, sure she couldn’t speak if she tried. The inside of her mouth had gone dry as dust. She told herself she should be furious about this uninvited sexual contact. She should insist he move faster