Page 68 of Fashionista's Playbook

“Waiting up for me?” I broke the silence before watching her gave me a hard on.

“Oh, hey!” She lit up with a bright smile.

I could have battled an entire army because of that smile, knowing she was happy to see me. My heart did a strange tumble, but the feeling was quickly forgotten when she stretched. Her breasts lifted and the material drew taught across them. My arousal left little room for genuine emotion.

Of that, I was grateful. I didn’t have time to process the vulnerability that came with that much emotion.

“Maybe.” She teased with a raise of her eyebrows, then laughed. “I had a few things to finish up before I went home. I have that pile of autographs to mail for you, and I’m going to send these orders out when I do.” She gestured to the clothing rack on wheels behind her. Pale pink, white, and dark red lingerie hung from hangers.

What I wouldn’t give for a fashion show.

“Cool.” I tried to clear my throat and failed, which left me croaking like a drunken frog. “I was just letting you know I was back.” And gawking at you, wanting you, thinking about you in ways that are anything but professional.

You’re in over your head, Madera.

She followed my gaze with a tilt of her chin. “Oh.”

When she didn’t move to cover herself, I stepped into the room. “I shouldn’t stare, but damn if I can’t help myself.”

“Is looking all you plan to do?” The small, quiet question stopped me in my tracks.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Moriah

The way he watched me was my undoing.

Travis Madera drove me crazy.

He’d stopped, as if my words had left him thunderstruck. I stood and moved around the makeshift sewing table. Twisting the hem of my cami in my hands, I tried the femme fatale approach and pushed my chest out, lifting my breasts. The effect showed more cleavage and made my nipples more pronounced through the material.

I felt like I was someone else. A woman who’d do anything to get him to look at her like that again.

And then…he did.

Travis was quite possibly the sexiest man in the world …on a bad day. Moments like this? He skyrocketed right out of the stratosphere.

He licked his lips, slowly, like he was remembering the way I tasted.

My heart stammered and I quivered from my chest down, as if I were begging him to do it all over again. And maybe I was.

His approach was painstakingly slow. The breath I’d held came out in a heady rush when his thumbs traced circles around my nipples. That simple caress sent jolts of pleasure-heated electricity coursing through me. My mouth watered and my toes curled.

“I thought maybe I’d touch, too.” He bent and claimed one with his mouth, his hand snaking around to cup my ass and squeeze.

“Travis!” Little tingles snaked out from the point of contact straight to all my extremities. And when I wobbled, he pulledfree, grabbed me by my butt with both hands, and jerked me up off the ground.

This time, I didn’t panic as he picked me up. I trusted his strength, but more…I trustedhim. And that was the sexiest thing of all.

With a moan, I wrapped my legs around his waist. The hardness of him, the smell of him, and the rapid beat of his heart against my breasts was almost too much to handle. I heated with wanton desire, my skin burning with a need to be touched—claimed.

He crossed the room with purpose, as if I weighed less than a feather. Which I knew was horseshit but thrilled me despite that.

The expensive mattress didn’t creak or groan when we tumbled to it.

“Taste you.” Travis murmured and kissed his way down my neck.

His hands were wild all over me, touching in places I hadn’t realized Ineededhim to. He kissed me, lips and tongue like fury, as if he was a man starved.

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