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“I’m
okay.” He sat up, sniffed, and shook his head. Took a bold chance and said, “I
can’t very well ask you to kiss it and make it better now can I?”
            He
saw her breath hitch, paid more attention to the slim line of her throat and
the pulse beating there. He wished there was more light in the limo so he could see her eyes better. She didn’t say no. He did notice
that. Two things he knew for sure had to happen tonight. She had to come inside
to return the dress and the jewels. He had to help her undo the back of that
dress. She did not say no. She didn’t say yes, but she sure didn’t say no.
     
    ***
     
            Frankie
stood on unsteady legs inside the house. She went straight for the living room
and her clothes. Jonas came in behind her. She was still dealing with the
logical side of her brain reminding her that he was just flirting. The hormonal
side of her body didn’t care. He stepped into her personal space and she could
feel the heat radiating from his body.
            “You
need my help.” He touched the top button on the back of the dress.
            She
did need his help. There were so many buttons on the dress, some real, some
faux, all of them intricately placed for the exquisite purpose of being
beautiful. He undid the top button, the next, the next, and so on until the
entire back of the dress was finally undone. Her breath was ragged. His breaths
slid along her bare neck with controlled precision.
            If
it were a movie, this is the part where she would turn around and fall into his
arms for a tongue tangling kiss that made her bones melt and her, well her
knees were already pretty weak. It wasn’t the movies. She didn’t turn around.
Her libido and her logic were in a tug of war over this.
            His
breath slid along the shell of her ear as his hands slid along the bare flesh of
her back. Her eyes closed, her clit throbbed, her heart pounded in her ears.
            He
whispered, “Say yes.”
            Was
there anything else to say? Her head was muddled. Her lust was all that
mattered. She might regret it in the morning. Who cared? If she had him for one
night she could hold on to the memory forever. Breathless, she could barely
hear the word as she said, “Yes.”
            She
half expected him to turn her around, strip off the dress, and get down to
business. He didn’t. His hands slid along her ribcage, slowly, tracing the
ridge until his fingers met in the front. His hands slid up to cup her breasts
at the same time his lips opened and closed over the shell of her ear. She was
dizzy.
            “Your
heart is beating so fast,” he whispered. His lips moved to kiss the space below
where her earlobe and neck met. His thumb stretched to rub across already erect
nipples. She whimpered. The double assault of his gentle kisses and the hands
caressing her breasts had her panting, growing desperate in her need.
            Boldly,
he slid one of his hands down towards her navel. His fingers touched the band
of her panties and she gasped audibly. Her legs were actually trembling. It was
too much, he was too much. His fingers slid along the outside of the thin
cotton and cupped her mons .
            “Damn,
you’re so responsive.” He kissed her right at the juncture of her neck and
shoulder.
            The
moment his fingers curved to pull at the elastic of her panties the cell phone
in her purse began ringing. Not just any tune, the ringtone associated with his
publicist. The sound began to sober her.
            “I
need to get that,” she whispered. Her eyes flew open. Awareness began to sink
in. The ringtone sounded a second time. “It’s your publicist.”
            His
hands had stilled, but not because he was stopping. They stilled to hold her in
place against the slightest efforts to move toward the purse.
            “I
have to get it.” Frankie found her voice.