Michelle’s heart fluttered at the sight of her husband in his black Brioni tuxedo with the snowy-white ruffled shirt and black silk bow tie. Her eyes appraised the hard shape of the athletic body she’d be cuddled up next to later tonight, and the olive, suave texture of his skin that her lips would be caressing. Seeing him triggered a supreme longing deep within her.
This was the world he was born into—sophistication and elegance, and he was sharing that part of his life with her tonight—a girl from the inner city, his secret wife.
“Erik,” she said in a breathless whisper. “You look very handsome.” She noted the sparkle of passion and admiration in his eyes, and smiled, happy that all her hard work had paid off. She felt equal to this man, her husband of three hours.
Erik trembled at the husky sound of his name. His breath caught in his throat as he gazed at his wife standing before him in a strapless elegant gold evening gown that hugged her slender body seductively. His temperature soared at the tempting hint of her swelling brown breasts left visible from the heart-shaped neckline, and the side slit that afforded tantalizing glimpses of her long sexy leg and delicate feet in a pair of gold stilettos. He couldn’t wait to have those brown legs wrapped about him as he thrust hard and deep into her sweet tight body.#p#分页标题#e#
His heart raced as his gaze traveled slowly back up her body to her enchanting face. “You’re stunning, Michelle.” His voice was husky with tenderness.
“I’m glad you think so.”
Erik took the delicate hands of his wife and gazed deep into her black hypnotic eyes. Tonight, she wore makeup, just enough to embellish the delicate features of her lovely face, especially her eyes. And he noticed that she was wearing a pair of gold and silver earrings he knew belonged to his mother. It made him happy that she and his mother were getting along so well.
“Any regrets?” he asked.
She shook her head. “I’m just a bit scared of what it all means. Where it’s going. Where it will end.”
“I am, too.” He cleared his throat. “We’ll take it slowly,” he promised, bringing her hands to his lips and kissing the inside of her wrists. “One day at a time, okay?” His eyes shimmered in the low lights of the room. He wanted to kiss her, deeply and thoroughly, but knew if he dared just take a peck, they wouldn’t make it downstairs.
They’d been married for three hours, and like any eager couple, they should have made love already, be making love at the moment. He cherished the fact that when he made love to Michelle, it would be as her husband and not just a man she loved, or one who simply desired her. He hoped his decision to wait would prove to Michelle that he didn’t just marry her for sex.
“Ready?” he asked, smiling into her eyes.
“Yes.” Michelle hooked her hand between his arm, but as they started for the door, she faltered as the sexy scent of his cologne gently fanned her nostrils. The wait was killing her. She just wanted to skip the party, strip him naked and show him what a sex vixen she could be in the bedroom.
But first, she had to prove she could be a lady in the boardroom. Holding her own while rubbing shoulders with some of the smartest people in New England was the greater challenge. If she could pull this off, she could do anything.
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Erik watched Michelle as she danced with yet another smitten man. She’d been in demand from the moment they’d been announced. He’d had one full dance with her before every eligible man at the function started lining up for a turn. He couldn’t damn well protest since he’d introduced her as his daughter’s nanny and not his wife. It’s a good thing he’d married her this afternoon, put his brand on her, or he’d be sweating with worry and jealousy right about now.
“She’s a real beauty, Erik. If I were you, I wouldn’t take my eyes off her, either.”
Erik glanced at Russell as they reclined on a couple of club chairs in a corner of the ballroom. Michelle was, by far, the most beautiful woman here tonight and he was happy that she was having a blast. But as the night dragged on, he could feel his patience begin to wane. He had a burning need to have her all to himself, upstairs and in his bed.
“Brings back memories,” Russell continued, with a hint of nostalgia in his voice.
“Yes, I’m sure it does. Lisa was the belle of the night, five years ago when she accompanied her father to the ball.”
Russell’s face lit up with a grin. “Yep. I snagged her that night, and didn’t let her out in public until I’d put my claim on her.” Russell shifted in his seat to face Erik more fully. “The way you’ve been looking at Michelle tells me she’s more than a nanny, Erik. My advice is that you refrain from flaunting her in front of other men until you make her yours. Make damned sure she knows she belongs to you.”