G
ideon found me in the shower the next morning.
He strode into the master bath gloriously nude,
moving with that sleek confident grace I’d admired
from the beginning. His hair framed his face and
shoulders in a sexy disheveled mane, a look that
screamed a woman had clenched the rough black
silk in greedy hands.
Watching the flexing of his
muscles as he moved, I didn’t even pretend not to
stare at the magnificent package between his
legs.
Despite the heat of the water, my nipples
beaded tight and goose bumps raced across my
skin.
His knowing smile as he joined me told me he
knew exactly what kind of effect he had on me. I
retaliated by running soapy hands all over his
godlike body; then
sitting on the bench and
sucking him off with such enthusiasm he had to
support himself with both palms pressed flat
against the tile.
His raw, raspy instructions echoed in my mind
the entire time I dressed for work, which I did
quickly—before he
had a chance to finish his
shower and fuck the hell out of me as he’d
threatened to just before spurting fiercely down my
throat.
He’d had no nightmares during the night. Sex
as a sedative seemed to be working, and I was
extremely grateful for that.
“I hope you don’t think you’ve gotten away,” he
said when he prowled after me into the kitchen.
Immaculately dressed in a black pinstriped suit,
he accepted the cup of coffee I handed him and
gave me a look that promised all sorts of wicked
things. I saw him in his
supremely civilized attire
and thought of the insatiable male who’d slipped
into my bed during the night. My blood quickened.
I was sore, my muscles thrumming with
remembered pleasure, and I was still thinking
about more.
“Keep looking at me like that,”
he warned,
leaning casually into the counter and sipping his
coffee. “See what happens.”
“I’m going to lose my job over you.”
“I’d give you another one.”
I snorted. “As what? Your sex slave?”
“What a provocative suggestion. Let’s discuss.”
“Fiend,” I muttered, rinsing out my mug in the
sink and putting it in the dishwasher. “Ready? For
work
?”
He finished his coffee and I held out my hand for
his mug, but he bypassed me and rinsed it out
himself. Another mortal task that made him seem
accessible, less of a fantasy I’d never have a
chance of holding on to.
He faced me. “I want to take you out to dinner
tonight, and then take you home to my bed.”
“I don’t want you to burn out on me, Gideon.” He
was a man used to being alone, a man who hadn’t
had a meaningful physical
relationship in a long
time, if ever. How long before his flight instincts
kicked in? Besides, we really needed to stay out
of the public eye as a couple…
“Don’t make excuses.” His features hardened.
“You don’t get to decide I can’t do this.”
I kicked myself for offending him. He was trying
and I needed to make sure he got credit for that,
not discouragement. “That’s not what I meant. I
just don’t want to crowd you. Plus we still need to
—”
“Eva.” He sighed, the hard tension leaving him
with that frustrated exhalation. “You have to trust
me. I’m trusting you. I’ve had to or we wouldn’t be
here now.”
Okay. I nodded, swallowing hard. “Dinner and
your place it is, then. I honestly can’t wait.”
Gideon’s words about trust lingered in my mind all
morning, which was a good thing when the
Google alert digest hit my inbox.
There was more
than one photo this time
around. Each article and blog post had several
shots of me and Cary hugging good-bye outside
the restaurant where we’d had lunch the day
before. The captions speculated on the nature of
our relationship and some noted that we lived
together. Others suggested I was reeling in
“billionaire playboy Cross”
while keeping my up-
and-coming model boyfriend on the side.
The reason for the publicity became apparent
when I saw the picture of Gideon mingled with the
ones of me and Cary. It had been taken last night,
while I was watching movies with Cary and Trey—
and while Gideon was supposedly at a business
dinner. In the photo, Gideon and Magdalene
Perez smiled intimately at each other, her hand on
his forearm as they stood outside a restaurant.
The captions ranged between kudos for Gideon’s
“bevy of beautiful socialites” to speculation that he
was hiding a broken heart over my infidelity by
dating other women.
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