the contracts. Can’t back out now.”
Jake told Hank that he’d talk to Stephens, try to work out a compromise and they hung up. Evan Stephens was a pervert. When they had first signed the contract, Stephens invited Nikki and him to dinner at his house . It had taken all Jake’s restraint to keep from breaking the guy’s neck for the way he ogled Nikki, but Nikki sensed his anger and stilled him with a hand on his thigh. He could read the look in her eyes.
Don’t blow this, Jake.
He didn’t give a damn about the money, but he knew status was important to Nikki. This job could mean big opportunities for his company. Stephens had a lot of influential friends. Still, he nearly lost it again when Stephens draped his arm around Nikki’s shoulders as they went to have a drink on the patio. Sensing his anger and moving quickly, Nikki said, “Please excuse us, Mr. and Mrs. Stephens. I need to go to the ladies’ room. Follow me, Jake, so I don’t get lost in this amazing house.”
She got directions and jerked him down the hall before he had a chance to protest. She shoved him into the bathroom and shut the door behind them, then wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Please, baby, don’t let your temper ruin this for you,” Nikki begged as she pressed against him. “All he can do is look. Who cares? I belong to you. Evan Stephens can never have me.”
She took one of Jake’s hands and placed it on her breast. Instantly, a wave of desire washed away Jake’s anger. Sometimes he wondered if he’d ever felt anything, either, before she came into his life, because everything else paled against the intensity he felt at her touch.
He raked his thumb over her nipple and watched it grow taut under the thin fabric. Nikki sighed as Jake slipped his fingers inside the neckline of her red dress and tugged it down to expose her breast. Her sigh became a moan when he placed his mouth over the pink tip and teased it with his tongue. Nikki whimpered and Jake reached behind her to unzip her dress. She shrugged her arms out of the straps and let it fall to the floor.
Suddenly, her hands were everywhere, fumbling at his trousers, caressing him, tearing at his shirt. Jake stumbled to the edge of the big marble tub and pulled Nikki onto his lap. He cupped her hips in his hands, lifting her up and down, faster and faster until they shared a shattering climax. It was several minutes before they rejoined the Stephens’, and Jake supposed he had an idiotic grin on his face, but he didn’t care. He slapped Nikki on the rear before they opened the patio doors and whispered, “I’ll keep my mouth shut, but if he touches you again, I’m gonna tear his arm off and beat him to death with it.”
Jake smiled as he recalled how her eyes had sparkled that night, the secret smile that played on her red lips. Danger turned Nikki on, and she tormented him with sly caresses when no one else was watching and scandalous whispers when no one else could hear. At the dinner table, she slipped her satin panties into his hand and laughed as he shoved them in his pocket. Jake somehow made it through dinner without touching her, but he didn’t make it all the way home. Before they got to the end of Stephens’ private road, he nearly put the BMW in the ditch before he threw it in park and chased a laughing Nikki into the backseat.
But those were the good days, days before things had inexplicably gone sour. The angry words of their last conversation echoed in the house like a ghost. Jake closed his eyes and remembered what it felt like, sitting in the dark in his study with those divorce papers in his lap, waiting for her to come home.
An eternity passed before her key hit the lock. Nikki tossed a stack of mail on the coffee table and started to take off her leather jacket.
“Where have you been?” he asked, and watched her stiffen. Without
Jake told Hank that he’d talk to Stephens, try to work out a compromise and they hung up. Evan Stephens was a pervert. When they had first signed the contract, Stephens invited Nikki and him to dinner at his house . It had taken all Jake’s restraint to keep from breaking the guy’s neck for the way he ogled Nikki, but Nikki sensed his anger and stilled him with a hand on his thigh. He could read the look in her eyes.
Don’t blow this, Jake.
He didn’t give a damn about the money, but he knew status was important to Nikki. This job could mean big opportunities for his company. Stephens had a lot of influential friends. Still, he nearly lost it again when Stephens draped his arm around Nikki’s shoulders as they went to have a drink on the patio. Sensing his anger and moving quickly, Nikki said, “Please excuse us, Mr. and Mrs. Stephens. I need to go to the ladies’ room. Follow me, Jake, so I don’t get lost in this amazing house.”
She got directions and jerked him down the hall before he had a chance to protest. She shoved him into the bathroom and shut the door behind them, then wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Please, baby, don’t let your temper ruin this for you,” Nikki begged as she pressed against him. “All he can do is look. Who cares? I belong to you. Evan Stephens can never have me.”
She took one of Jake’s hands and placed it on her breast. Instantly, a wave of desire washed away Jake’s anger. Sometimes he wondered if he’d ever felt anything, either, before she came into his life, because everything else paled against the intensity he felt at her touch.
He raked his thumb over her nipple and watched it grow taut under the thin fabric. Nikki sighed as Jake slipped his fingers inside the neckline of her red dress and tugged it down to expose her breast. Her sigh became a moan when he placed his mouth over the pink tip and teased it with his tongue. Nikki whimpered and Jake reached behind her to unzip her dress. She shrugged her arms out of the straps and let it fall to the floor.
Suddenly, her hands were everywhere, fumbling at his trousers, caressing him, tearing at his shirt. Jake stumbled to the edge of the big marble tub and pulled Nikki onto his lap. He cupped her hips in his hands, lifting her up and down, faster and faster until they shared a shattering climax. It was several minutes before they rejoined the Stephens’, and Jake supposed he had an idiotic grin on his face, but he didn’t care. He slapped Nikki on the rear before they opened the patio doors and whispered, “I’ll keep my mouth shut, but if he touches you again, I’m gonna tear his arm off and beat him to death with it.”
Jake smiled as he recalled how her eyes had sparkled that night, the secret smile that played on her red lips. Danger turned Nikki on, and she tormented him with sly caresses when no one else was watching and scandalous whispers when no one else could hear. At the dinner table, she slipped her satin panties into his hand and laughed as he shoved them in his pocket. Jake somehow made it through dinner without touching her, but he didn’t make it all the way home. Before they got to the end of Stephens’ private road, he nearly put the BMW in the ditch before he threw it in park and chased a laughing Nikki into the backseat.
But those were the good days, days before things had inexplicably gone sour. The angry words of their last conversation echoed in the house like a ghost. Jake closed his eyes and remembered what it felt like, sitting in the dark in his study with those divorce papers in his lap, waiting for her to come home.
An eternity passed before her key hit the lock. Nikki tossed a stack of mail on the coffee table and started to take off her leather jacket.
“Where have you been?” he asked, and watched her stiffen. Without
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