Back in the Enemy's Bed by Michelle Celmer

Author:Michelle Celmer
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2016-11-08T05:00:00+00:00

Nine

Roman was pretty sure Grace was kidding when she made the crack about not wearing panties. She was using it as a way to dispel the tension of the senator’s rude interruption. Whether it was true or not, it worked.

Dax could have potentially ruined their evening, but Gracie didn’t let that happen. She seemed just as disgusted by the senator’s unnecessary intrusion as Roman was. And she finally seemed to be seeing the man for who he really was: a narcissistic, manipulative creep who had more on his mind than campaigns and fund-raising. After his stunt last Friday at the fund-raiser, Roman didn’t want him within a hundred yards of Gracie.

He hoped she meant what she said and this would be the push she needed to stop working with Dax altogether. Roman had done a little digging, and asked around, and though he hadn’t found anything outwardly corrupt in the senator’s dealings, the general consensus seemed to be that the man was as crooked as they come—just very good at hiding it.

And though Roman tried not to let it show, he was jealous. When the senator put his hand on Gracie’s shoulder Roman had caught himself clenching his fists. He didn’t condone violence, but if they hadn’t been in a crowded restaurant, his natural instinct to protect her would have left the senator with a broken hand.

But he’d let it go and they were able to eat and talk and enjoy each other’s company the way they used to. He wanted to reach across the table and hold her hand, but he had to settle for a discreet game of footsie. But she took it a step further when she nudged out of her shoe and slid her foot up his leg. He nearly choked on his lobster when she slid her foot up his thigh and used her toes to play around in his crotch. He shot her a look, and she’d replied with a wicked grin. She was playing with fire and loving the hell out of it. Which only turned him on more. He slipped his hand under the table and stroked the arch of her foot and a fire lit in her eyes.

By the time they finished dinner, and the waiter asked if they wanted dessert, the only thing he had a taste for was her. He paid the bill and they waited impatiently as the valet brought the car around. Her back was to the valet stand, and there was no one around, so he reached up under her coat and copped a quick feel for a panty line, but couldn’t find one. She smiled up at him and said, “Told ya.”

When they were in the car, she took his hand and guided it under her dress.

Nope, definitely no panties that he could feel. Just soft, smooth skin, and she was already moist with arousal.

He cursed under his breath, his crotch tight.

“Are you as turned on as I am?” she asked.

“You tell me,”

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