Excerpt from Chapter Seven:
Her hand flew to her chest. “Derek! You startled me. Wh-what are you doing here?”
“You mean, in the gallery I own?” He leaned close, invading her personal space, not that he’d ever respected it in the past. “Why are you loitering in the restroom?”
Jane lifted her chin haughtily. “I was not loitering. I was freshening up.”
“I see.” His lips ruffled her hair. “For anyone in particular?”
Her eyes fluttered shut, flying open when his hand crept to her breast. “What are you doing?”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
“Derek, there are a dozen people just down the hall!”
He stroked his thumb along her lower lip. “They’re taking a self-guided tour of the gallery. Including your husband. Which means you…”
His tongue caressed her neck.
Her legs trembled uncontrollably.
“…are unchaperoned.” Reaching behind her, Derek opened a door and guided her into an empty room. Before she had a chance to protest, he flattened her against the wall.
Sanctimonious bitches be damned, Jane was in heaven. Leaning her head back against the split oak paneling, she closed her eyes in surrender, shutting off all conscious thought and losing herself in sensual bliss. Tendrils of desire feathered their way throughout her body to form a tight coil deep in her gut. She was quickly spinning out of control, urged on by the savagery of his kiss and the intent exploration of his hands. It was just the two of them in this space, and then, through her euphoric haze, a familiar voice pierced her consciousness.
Ripping her mouth from his, she whispered frantically, “Derek! Roger’s in the next room! He’ll hear us!”
“Not if you’re quiet.” Ignoring the hands trying to push him away, Derek nipped the hollow of her throat.
“We can’t do this here!” Jane protested, disregarding the moisture pooling between her legs.
“No?” Derek asked amusedly. “Then why did you dress for me?