By the end of the day, Dominique’s mood had lightened considerably. She didn’t even mind that because of the time she’d spent securing her future, she had to put back on her editor-in-chief hat and work after hours. She called Tessa, spoke with Justin, had Reggie bring her a smoothie before leaving, and then settled in for three or four more hours of work.

It was a little after eight when Dominique heard a soft knock on the outer executive office doors. She frowned, thinking it odd that Peter would come up without calling. Shrugging, she walked to the door and pressed the intercom. “Peter, is that you?”

No answer.

Dominique’s heart skipped a beat. “Peter?” she asked, a little louder.

“No.”

What? Dominique hurriedly opened the door. “How did you get up here?” she asked, pulling Jake into her personal domain.

“I’ve got connections.” He followed her inside. “I bribed Peter into bringing me up.”

“Remind me to thank him. Whatever is in that bag smells delicious. You’re always thinking of me, baby. How’d you know I was hungry?”

Jake put down the bag and wrapped Dominique in his arms. “Because I knew that I was.”

He tilted up Dominique’s chin, and looked deep into her eyes. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

“It never hurts to hear it from the lips of a hand- some man.”

Jake did what he’d dreamed of all day: lowered said lips to Dominique’s and, using his tongue, eased open her mouth. Dominique pressed her girls against his chest. Jake moaned and walked them to the love seat he spied in the distance. He eased them down onto it and began his assault in earnest, reaching for the buttons on Dominique’s sleek, silk blouse, pushing away the fabric and filling his palms with her 44 DDDs. He tweaked each nipple before slipping his hand inside the staunch cotton of her bra and immediately knew that the item’s full-figure, full-support was in his way.

“Take it off,” he demanded, sitting up and pulling Dominique to a sitting position as well.

“Baby, I’m at work,” she protested, even as her fingers went to the back clasp of their own volition.

“We’re getting ready to work all right.” He watched with fascination as the bra fell and twin brown balloons swayed their greeting. He responded by taking a dark nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it even as he ran his hand along Dominique’s gelatinous backside. “You’re still wearing too many clothes.”

“Jake ...”

“You can either take off the skirt or I’m getting ready to make a belt out of it.”