My Beautiful Public Wife
t. Jordan's mother had rolled her eyes over the request, chided him for deserting her and given a long-suffering sigh as
bly seeing him as the ultimate city man who might very well seduce her from country life. Ivy didn't care what Sacha thou
Rolls-Royce. She'd never done it before and it was most unlikely she would ever do it again. It felt luxurious. It smelled luxurious. She focuss
al fingers. Her pulse bolted into overdrive. She found herself staring at their linked hands, fascinated by the juxtaposition of his olive skin an
very sense. Was it the sheer contrast that made him so appealing? Why did being with him exc
ou thinking
ghts! 'Where are we going?' she countered
at her, the sexy blue eyes inviting her
d near the gallery. If I decide to walk out on you, which I migh
n of her even as he replied, 'Your escape route won't be a hards
hat's it
ner crab, lobster, tuna. I can recomm
't say anything offe
ured her, smiling as though he
kissing as well as other intimate things. She had to wrench her gaze
periences could be
ing service. Obviously Jordan Powell was known to be a very generous tipper. Who could blame the average working person for bending over backwards to please him?
eafood wa
er, done simply in a
d in sati
ordan asked, his eyes twinkl
,' she answered tru
sensual smile. 'I think
ext-have a one-night fling with him or scoot for home. 'I couldn'
king with his eyes tempting her to stay with him and find out if he would deliver 'the best'. Maybe the coffee would sober her up enough to make the break, whi
is credit card to the waiter, indi
to my car,' Ivy quickly said. 'I can't
structed the waiter, apparently unper
later they left
s waiting
f her hand again and somehow she couldn't bring herself to snatch it free. Her heart was pounding. Her whole body felt on edge, fighting aga
pped right b
street. Ivy finally teetered upright in the vertically challengingly high high heels and was fumbling in her hand
he tightness in her chest. 'You should have kept it,'
lady safely on her way,' he
s, her mi
ropping her gaze from his, fighting the phys
and forced her legs to move, needing to open
you take them
Ivy's mind reeled at how vulnerable she might be to his touch. 'I can
of protest at him, caught burning purpose in his eyes, and suddenly her defences caved in, tot
his shoulder, left it there and stroked her cheek, featherlight fingertips grazing slowly
ntact with the hard wall of his chest, aware of the wanton desire to experience this man running completely out of control. He lowered his head. She
mouth open. He began with a soft exploratory kiss, a tasting, not demanding a response but inevitably drawing it with tantalising littl
ss. Perhaps it signalled her complete acquiescence to what was happening. Ivy was no longer thinking. Her mind was consumed with registering
sually, under her hair to the nape of her neck. The arm around her waist scooped her into full body con
her highly aroused femininity. Excitement was flooding through her. Her mouth hungered for more and more passion from him, exulting in the deeply
break away from him. Her body didn't want to. Her body wantonly rubbed itself against the blatant evidence of his excitement, exhilarated by it, madly bent on fanning this desire for her.
d under her mini-skirt, moved her silk panties aside, found the soft moist furrows of her sex and stroked her to a feve
tension as her inner muscles convulsed and creamed around the marvellously deep penetration. And he repeated it, storming her
pulsing against her throat. If traffic had passed by them on the street, she hadn't heard or seen it. The ni
ried her to the passenger side, only relinquishing their intimate connection when he opened the door and lowered her to the seat. He kissed her while he fastened the
how any action was beyond her. She barely grasped the fact that he had seized control of the situation, putting her in the car, retrieving her handbag
elieve I