uncomfortable. “Well, that is . . . ,” James said after he cleared his
throat. “Well, just as long as we’re not having seafood. I’m highly allergic.”
“Aw, that’s too bad, Jimmy,” Bryce drawled.
“That’s James.”
“Right, Jimmy. Well, that’s a bitch because I am dishing up seafood.”
“Oh, these steaks look so good,” Jenna purred as she lifted the lid of the indoor grill, inhaling the
succulent aromas of the rib eyes sizzling. She hid her smile as Bryce shot her a lethal glare.
“All right, steaks,” James said, smiling as he tossed his suit jacket onto the sofa. “I was feeling like steak.
Hey, Jen, why don’t you slip into something more comfortable and I’ll pour you a drink while Chef Fred
here fixes dinner.”
“Bryce,” he snarled through bared teeth.
“Whatever,” James said with a smirk.
Oh, boy. What had she started? Jenna was almost afraid to leave the two of them alone. Not that she
and James had anything going on. But still, Bryce didn’t know that.
James rolled up his shirtsleeves and flopped onto her couch. Bryce glared at him, then stalked into her
galley kitchen. She watched the way he prowled toward her from beneath the veil of her lashes. He
pressed up behind her and pushed his button fly into her skirt, finding the cleft of her bottom while he
pretended he was reaching for a spatula from the container in front of her.
“Get rid of him. Unless, of course, you want him to watch me take you on the table. Or maybe right here,
like this. You think Jimmy might like it, watching me take you standing up? To be truthful, I’m more than
ready for that.Fucking ready, ” he whispered harshly against her ear. “So tell me, Jenna, you wanna give
Jimbo a show he’ll never forget?”
Her knees went weak, and her hand trembled the slightest bit as she lowered the lid to the grill. Oh man,
just the thought of being taken by Bryce again was more than she could bear.
“Too bad you left so damn early this morning, babe,” he murmured, as his seductive lips nuzzled her
nape. “I would have liked to watch you get dressed. This tight little skirt fits your ass like a second skin. I
bet all the men in your office couldn’t keep their eyes on their work today. I know I wouldn’t have been
able to. But then, if I’d seen what you were wearing, I wouldn’t have let you leave. Guess it’s lucky you
left before I woke up, after all.”
There was something in his words besides a compliment. Hurt perhaps? But why would he be hurt that
she’d left before he was awake?
Jenna felt his breath on her neck as he leaned closer to her. His palm slid down her hip, to the hem of her
skirt, and then beneath it.
“What are you wearing under this skirt, Jenna? Is it as sexy as what you were wearing last night when
you greeted me at the door?”
The warmth of his hand permeated the silk of her stockings, and she didn’t breathe,couldn’t breathe, as
he slowly slid his palm up to the lace tops. He sucked in his breath and pressed even closer into her until
she could feel his naked chest, the heat of it, burning through her thin blouse.
His fingertip slid along the lace, until it came to the little bow at the end of her garter. He circled his
erection deeper against her, almost grinding up against her as he slipped his finger beneath the elastic
strap, stretching it, then letting it snap against her thigh. The sting of the strap aroused her, and the way he
smoothed away that little tingle made her wet, aching for more.
“Garter belt and stockings,” he murmured. “You’re a naughty little girl, wearing something like this to
work. And all this time I thought you were a good girl. Tell me, baby, is it black and racy, or is it white
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and virginal?”
She looked up, stealing a peek around the corner of the wall, to where James was going through a stack
of
throat. “Well, just as long as we’re not having seafood. I’m highly allergic.”
“Aw, that’s too bad, Jimmy,” Bryce drawled.
“That’s James.”
“Right, Jimmy. Well, that’s a bitch because I am dishing up seafood.”
“Oh, these steaks look so good,” Jenna purred as she lifted the lid of the indoor grill, inhaling the
succulent aromas of the rib eyes sizzling. She hid her smile as Bryce shot her a lethal glare.
“All right, steaks,” James said, smiling as he tossed his suit jacket onto the sofa. “I was feeling like steak.
Hey, Jen, why don’t you slip into something more comfortable and I’ll pour you a drink while Chef Fred
here fixes dinner.”
“Bryce,” he snarled through bared teeth.
“Whatever,” James said with a smirk.
Oh, boy. What had she started? Jenna was almost afraid to leave the two of them alone. Not that she
and James had anything going on. But still, Bryce didn’t know that.
James rolled up his shirtsleeves and flopped onto her couch. Bryce glared at him, then stalked into her
galley kitchen. She watched the way he prowled toward her from beneath the veil of her lashes. He
pressed up behind her and pushed his button fly into her skirt, finding the cleft of her bottom while he
pretended he was reaching for a spatula from the container in front of her.
“Get rid of him. Unless, of course, you want him to watch me take you on the table. Or maybe right here,
like this. You think Jimmy might like it, watching me take you standing up? To be truthful, I’m more than
ready for that.Fucking ready, ” he whispered harshly against her ear. “So tell me, Jenna, you wanna give
Jimbo a show he’ll never forget?”
Her knees went weak, and her hand trembled the slightest bit as she lowered the lid to the grill. Oh man,
just the thought of being taken by Bryce again was more than she could bear.
“Too bad you left so damn early this morning, babe,” he murmured, as his seductive lips nuzzled her
nape. “I would have liked to watch you get dressed. This tight little skirt fits your ass like a second skin. I
bet all the men in your office couldn’t keep their eyes on their work today. I know I wouldn’t have been
able to. But then, if I’d seen what you were wearing, I wouldn’t have let you leave. Guess it’s lucky you
left before I woke up, after all.”
There was something in his words besides a compliment. Hurt perhaps? But why would he be hurt that
she’d left before he was awake?
Jenna felt his breath on her neck as he leaned closer to her. His palm slid down her hip, to the hem of her
skirt, and then beneath it.
“What are you wearing under this skirt, Jenna? Is it as sexy as what you were wearing last night when
you greeted me at the door?”
The warmth of his hand permeated the silk of her stockings, and she didn’t breathe,couldn’t breathe, as
he slowly slid his palm up to the lace tops. He sucked in his breath and pressed even closer into her until
she could feel his naked chest, the heat of it, burning through her thin blouse.
His fingertip slid along the lace, until it came to the little bow at the end of her garter. He circled his
erection deeper against her, almost grinding up against her as he slipped his finger beneath the elastic
strap, stretching it, then letting it snap against her thigh. The sting of the strap aroused her, and the way he
smoothed away that little tingle made her wet, aching for more.
“Garter belt and stockings,” he murmured. “You’re a naughty little girl, wearing something like this to
work. And all this time I thought you were a good girl. Tell me, baby, is it black and racy, or is it white
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and virginal?”
She looked up, stealing a peek around the corner of the wall, to where James was going through a stack
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