Sexual Politics by Tara Mills Page A

my right.”
    Lowering herself suspiciously, Justine tried to preserve her modesty as best she could.
    He was grinning when he crouched next to her and gently rubbed between her eyebrows with his thumb. “Don’t scowl at me. You’re making a line. Now I’m just going to arrange your hair a little, okay? Lift your head for a second.”
    He was very meticulous as he worked. She could tell he wanted her reddish hair fanning out like rays around her face. That didn’t bother her nearly as much as when he asked her to lift her arm because she was mashing her bust. He helped readjust her breasts for maximum cleavage. To her relief, he said nothing about how she covered her pubic area.
    * * * *
    Sitting in front of his computer an hour and a half later, Sean said, “This one turned out really nice. Might even be my favorite. What do you think?”
    When he didn’t get the response he expected, he turned and saw Justine had nodded off in the other chair. Smiling, he shut down the computer and went to her, pausing to admire her up close and personal for a moment. He loved gazing at her, especially now. She looked so peaceful.
    “Hey,” he said softly. “Justine?”
    She was out. Scooping her up, he carried her into his room and placed her on the bed. The overlarge robe gaped open as her head lolled on the pillow, exposing one breast.
    Give me strength. She might be completely limp, but he wasn’t. As expected, he’d been semi-hard all night, though the minor discomfort was worth it. As a subject, she was everything he hoped she’d be.
    Carefully closing the robe, he covered her with the sheet and blankets next. There was no denying how he felt about her when he bent to kiss her forehead, tenderly stroking her hair as he straightened up.
    Resigned to their difficult situation, he took his pajama bottoms to the bathroom and changed there, grabbing the throw off the couch on his way back. There was no way he was sleeping apart from her, though he wasn’t willing to tempt fate by sliding under the covers either. Stretching out on top of the comforter, he lay on his side, facing her, and pulled the throw over himself.
    She made a soft moan and snuggled her back against him, a sanitized spooning. It was an invitation he couldn’t refuse. Wiggling as close as all the covers allowed, he wrapped his arm around her and she covered it with her hand, letting out a contented sigh.
    “I love how you smell,” she mumbled then dropped back to sleep.
    Smiling, he kissed behind her ear and whispered, “Ditto.”
    They were forehead to forehead when Sean woke up. Even with his shades drawn he could tell it was daylight. He was loath to move, to leave her, but nature called.
    Once up, he knew he’d never get back to sleep, not without waking her. So rather than return to his room he went to the kitchen and brewed a pot of coffee. He was on his second cup when Justine walked in. Still wearing his robe and nothing else, she looked rumpled and adorable.
    She covered a yawn. “I smell coffee.”
    “I’ll get you a cup.” Hopping up from the table, he smiled when she sagged onto the other chair looking a little bewildered.
    “I spent the night?”
    “Yes.” Having filled a cup for her, he put the pot down and turned in time to see her worried cringe.
    “We didn’t…”
    He frowned. “No. You don’t remember?”
    “I was so tired at the end. Wine and champagne always put me out. It’s all fuzzy.”
    He set the cup in front of her and reclaimed his chair. “We both slept.”
    “Ah. Thank you for being a gentleman.”
    He chuckled as he raised his cup to his lips. “Don’t trust me to pull it off a second time.”
    She let out a tired laugh. “I don’t think you have to worry. Last night was a one-time deal. Special circumstances.” Taking her first sip of coffee, she released a deep moan of satisfaction. “Mmm, so good.”
    Shifting in his chair at what the sexy sound did to him right after she said the overnights were