The ringing doorbell pierced his thoughts. Jake knew it could only be one person. He strode purposefully to the front door.

“Sorry I’m late,” Dominique murmured.

Jake’s eyes narrowed as she leaned provocatively against the jamb. He saw her eyes move from his face to his groin and back again. “Get in here.” Jake pulled her inside the door and into his arms, closing the door with his foot. He seared her mouth with his, thrusting his tongue into her warmth, taking her breath away.

“Wow, that’s some greeting,” she said when they came up for air.

A confident, predatory look came across Jake’s face. “There’s more where that came from. Would you like something to drink? Water, a glass of wine?”

“A glass of wine sounds nice.” Dominique followed Jake into the kitchen.

He reached into the cabinet and pulled out a wineglass, and then into the fridge for a cold bottle of chardonnay. “Did you finish up with everything?” he asked, taking a corkscrew and making quick work of opening the bottle.

“We’re never done,” Dominique answered. “But I was able to cross a couple more things off my to-do list.”

“Let’s take our drinks to the bedroom.” Jake spoke with authority, and without waiting for an answer began walking toward the stairs. As he mounted them, Dominique took in his strong calves, thick thighs, and again, that ass. Her legs faltered for a moment, as she imagined how Jake would use those long, strong legs—all three of them—in just a few minutes. She took a deep breath, and tried to get ahold of herself. But all she could think of was Jake getting ahold of her.

They entered Jake’s master bedroom. With one hand, he took another swig of his beer. With the other, he dropped the towel.

“Take off your clothes.”

His eyes were dark, filled with desire. His stance was strong, with legs apart, his burgeoning soldier standing at full attention, ready to gain entry.

Dominique took another sip of wine and then placed it on the table beside her. With her eyes locked on Jake’s, she reached for the large buttons that decorated the front of her silk, floral-print dress. She’d meant to take her time, but found herself fumbling to hurriedly rid herself of the fabric. She watched Jake’s eyes darken even further, if that were possible, as she stood in her custom-made lace see-through bra and hip-hugging panties—in hot, bright pink. It looked as if one good breath and her girls would spill out of their confines. The panties clung possessively to her generous hips, caressing a stomach that made no apologies for its folds and jiggles. She reached behind her and undid the bra clasp.