Page 57 of Fashionista's Playbook

She tilted her head as if she was considering DeSean. Only the teasing lilt to her voice stopped me from charging back through the door and pounding his face in. But my heart still beat a panicked rhythm.

I pulled her to me and nuzzled her neck, inhaling the soft, fresh scent. It wasn’t possible to get home fast enough to rip her clothes off. “Mariposa.”

“That was supposed to be a one-time thing.” She ran her hands up my arms. Even through the suit jacket, her touch was electric.

“I never agreed to those terms.” I murmured, kissed her neck. “Let’s get out of here.”

“The event isn’t over.” Her voice quivered as I drug my lips up behind her ear and cupped her ass with both hands.

Moriah in my arms was as thrilling as being on the football field. I caressed her ass, slid a knee between her thighs, stopped a breath from dry humping her like the horny teenager she made me feel like.

“We could sneak out. Maybe nobody would miss us.” She agreed and turned her face to me, brushing her lips against mine.

I had her.

I kissed her back, ignoring her makeup and not caring if I got lipstick all over my face. She tasted of champagne and the promise of sex. My tongue stroked across hers and I could have sworn she purred against me.

The wall was close, it wouldn’t take much for me to push her against it and lift her dress.

The door swung open.

“Looks like you had the same idea we did.” My brother grinned as he pulled Bianca into the hallway.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Moriah

I drove the snazzy little Audi home; the car was fast and hugged the road. Leaned back in the passenger seat, Travis watched me intently, the air around us thick with eager expectation.

The knowledge that I was about to have sex with him was wrapped in a feminine power I’d never really thought possible. There was something about Travis Madera. He made me feel like I was the one in control. Though he had to know I couldn’t tell him no.

Not because he was my boss. Not because he was worth millions. And maybe only a small amount because he was built like a gladiator. But because he made me feel things that most people never experienced.

Even a little tipsy, Travis still moved lighter than most men his size. He led me into the house, his arm gently draped around my hip. As always, he left me just enough room to escape if I wanted to. Not that I would. Already my body was warm, my pulse hummed in my ears.

Once inside, Travis’ dark eyes were heavy lidded and bloodshot. An effect from drinking that should have deterred from his sexiness. It did not.

I expected him to head through the kitchen and up the stairs, to his bedroom. He didn’t, instead led me through to the large living room. My gaze tracked his fingers as he unbuttoned his shirt.

Beneath the expensive cotton his chest was clean of hair, riddled with tattoos, and covered with thick, hard muscle. The image of a shirtless Travis Madera was burned into my memory and caused me to inhale and bite my lip.

“When you look at me like that, Mariposa, it takes every ounce of control I have not to throw myself at your feet and beg for mercy.”

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

“Why butterfly?” I fingered the pendant that lay cool on my chest. I’d been too afraid to ask before now.

His hoarse chuckle echoed through the large room. “Because you’re beautiful and vibrant You’ve brightened my entire world since you’ve been here.”

My heart did a little stutter step, much like those Travis did on the field.

I stepped out of the heels and padded quietly from the entryway into the dark room. I’d grown accustomed to navigating the mansion without turning on the lights. I did it now, until I reached the fireplace and flipped the switch that sent the fire roaring.

The flickering orange light danced across Travis’ face where he’d moved to recline on the overstuffed white couch. His head was tossed back and his arms out, the evidence of his arousal strained across the front of his tailored slacks.

I did that.

I licked my lips and swallowed the rush of desire that pooled in my mouth. The memory of the feel of him inside me made my nipples strain against their confines.

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