Page 57 of Full Coverage (Boys of Fall)

“I like the white dress,” Teresa finally said, dropping her arms and hitching her purse higher on her shoulder. “But you should wear the silver shoes.”

Then she turned and left.

Randi knew she was staring with her mouth open when Annabelle, Lela and Lacey came back into the changing area. Their mouths were all open too.

“Holy shit.” Lela was the first one to speak. “That was…holy shit.”

“I’ve never heard you talk like that,” Annabelle told Randi. “That was amazing. You were so confident and used the exact right words.”

Randi nodded. “Thanks.” She looked at Lacey. “What doyouthink?”

Lacey held up a pair of strappy sandals with a three-inch heel. They were sparkling silver. “I think she’s right about the shoes.”

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“The shoes stay on.”

Nolan jerked his bow tie loose as he watched Randi turn. She had one hand braced on the back of the chair near the window and one foot off the floor. She was trying to undo the tiny buckle on the side of her silver shoe.

“Oh really?” She gave him a sexy, knowing smile.

He stepped toward her. They weren’t cowboy boots, but they were hot as hell. She was dressed completely inappropriately for February in New York, but she’d turned heads all night at the party. Nolan was pretty sure his own tongue had been hanging out all night. She looked like a princess…who was about to have a very charming screaming orgasm.

“But the dress can go. And the bra and panties.”

He tossed his tie and jacket onto the bed and untucked his shirt.

The only thing about the night that had been good was Randi. She’d loved the trip to New York so far. She’d taken in the lights in Times Square with wide eyes, she’d laughed throughout the zig-zagging cab ride, she’d moaned in pleasure when she’d bit into the hot dog from the street vendor. She’d even said a soft “wow” when they’d stepped into the lobby of his editor’s offices and then another one when they’d stepped off the elevator on the fortieth floor, where the party was being hosted.

“I’m not wearing a bra with this dress,” she told him as she reached behind her for the zipper and pulled it down. The dress fell into a white cloud at her feet. She looked like an angel standing on that cloud. Bare-assed naked. “Or panties,” she added.

“Come here.”

He’d been wound up all night. In part because of the acres of peach-scented skin that had been flirting with the white dress that managed to look sweet and innocent and fuck-me-hard at the same time. Truly a case of heaven and hell for him.

The other part had been his editor. Who hated the new beginning chapters of his book.

Randi stepped out of the circle of the dress and walked toward him. Bare breasts, bare pussy, silver heels—the best way to end the night. This was all he was going to focus on. This woman and the way she made him feel.

As soon as she got close enough, he tangled his hands in her hair, tipped her head and kissed her. Fucked her mouth, actually. He was not in the mood for sweet and slow and romantic. His emotions had been swirling ever since Brad had said, “What the hell was that?” about the new chapters, two seconds after handing Nolan a whiskey. At least he’d waited until Randi had disappeared into the ladies’ room.

Nolan tamped those thoughts down and focused fully on the hot, sweet mouth he was plundering with his tongue, and the noises she was making in response. Her hands fisted the front of his shirt, her heels put her three inches higher—lining her pelvis up with his almost perfectly.

He needed an outlet for all of this energy. The party hadn’t been the you’re-amazing celebration he’d expected from his editor and agent. He wasn’t the only author in attendance, of course, and he was grateful they’d all had to spread their attention. He hadn’t wanted to spend the four hours talking about how he’d fucked up the book.

Randi’s hands slid to his back and she pressed closer, and Nolan knew that she was theonlything that could take his mind off of the mess he’d created and wasn’t sure he could fix.

He lifted his head and stared down at her dazed eyes and swollen mouth.

Randi. The only bright spot to all of this. Even if he’d screwed up the book completely, he wouldn’t have traded the two weeks of conversation with her for anything.

“On the bed. Spread out.”

She must have seen something in his eyes because she bit her bottom lip and then did exactly as she’d been told. She walked backward to the edge of the bed, sat down, then lay back, spreading her legs.

And Nolan couldn’t even remember where they’d been ten minutes ago, not to mention the rest of the night before this moment.

He crossed to stand between her knees, drinking in the sight of her. “Damn, Randi.”

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