The Elliotts: Bedrooms Not Boardrooms!

“Glad to hear it.”

And then Aubrey’s blood chilled. “Oh my God. You don’t have security cameras in the elevator, do you? I should have thought to ask before but I—”

His grin faded and he laid down his silverware. “We don’t. Aubrey, you have my promise that I will never deliberately do anything to hurt or humiliate you.”

Tension drained and panic subsided. That could have been a disastrous mistake. “Nor I you.”

And she meant it. Her father would have to find another minion to investigate EPH.

Liam covered her hand with his on the table. His thumb stroked a trail of chaos along her inner wrist. “Do you have any idea how hard it’s been for me to sit here knowing you’re not wearing panties?”

Her appetite for food vanished and a hunger for Liam reawakened deep in her belly. She lowered her gaze from the fire in his eyes and surprisingly discovered her plate was empty. She barely remembered eating. “Let me help with the dishes.”

She hastily snatched up her plate and his, rushed into the kitchen and unloaded them into the sink. After plugging the drain she turned on the water. Liam’s arms bracketed her, caging her against the counter. He leaned forward until his chest pressed her shoulder blades and his erection rested in the crease of her bottom. His breath stirred the tendrils around her ear and she shivered. If it were possible for bones to melt, hers would be in a puddle on the granite floor.

“The dishes can wait. Join me in the shower. I want to get you wet.”

She turned in his arms and pressed her hands to his chest. Her heart echoed the rapid beat of his beneath her palm. “I think you already have, but I’m willing to let you keep practicing if you insist.”

For better or worse, her forbidden affair had begun.

Aubrey dropped her towel and reached for her dress. Liam snapped out of the sensual fog induced by the sight of her damp ivory skin. “Stay. Tomorrow’s Sunday. No need to rush home.”

She turned, chewing her bottom lip. “Are you sure?”

“Without a doubt.”

Barely nine and they’d already had dinner and made love twice. She’d destroyed him, totally wrecked him, and five minutes ago after he’d come unglued in the shower he would have sworn he’d be sated for months to come. So why did hunger still gnaw at his veins? And why did the idea of waking up beside Aubrey make his body twitch to life?

She rested her palms on his chest, sifting through his chest hairs in a way guaranteed to make his soldier salute. He pressed his hands over hers, stilling her dangerous digits. Undeterred, she bent to sip a trail of kisses along his collarbone. He tangled his fingers in her damp hair and gently tugged her head back. “I thought you said you needed to rest.”

Her siren’s smile could tempt a saint—something he’d never aspired to be. “We’ll rest awhile if you insist. You can show me your wine collection.”

He didn’t need to rest. His hard-on proved that, but he wanted to share his wine collection with Aubrey. No one but his grandfather knew the extent of his interest in enology. He laced his fingers through hers, led her back to the kitchen and folded back the wooden cabinet doors concealing his built-in wine refrigerator.

Her eyebrows lifted. How he managed to keep his eyes on her face when her luscious naked body was there to tempt him he didn’t know. “You’re a serious collector.”

“I have more.”

“Show me.”

But instead of taking her to the cases stored in the third bedroom he led her to the library. She released his hand and strolled toward the ceiling-high bookcases. The shift of her buttocks and the swish of her long legs as she crossed the room, followed by the sight of her fingers caressing the spines of his collection of books on enology and viticulture, had him gritting his teeth on a surge of pure, unadulterated lust.

“My family has an estate in Napa. It belonged to my grandparents. Maybe you and I.” Her voice trailed off. Regret darkened her eyes and turned down the corners of her luscious mouth. They couldn’t visit her family’s estate without word of their affair getting out.

She sank in his leather desk chair, tucked her knees to her chest and spun the chair around. Butter-soft ivory skin on burgundy leather. Liam’s fingers flexed in anticipation. If he had a condom with him he’d have her flat on her back on top of his cherry desk in seconds. He considered making a quick trip to his bedroom to retrieve protection, but a knock at his front door doused his desire like a coach’s sideline shower from the water cooler after a ball game.

Aubrey planted her feet on the floor and halted the chair with a jerk. Her eyes widened with alarm and her face paled. “Are you expecting someone?”

“No.” Liam tried to think but it wasn’t easy with a naked lady sitting in his desk chair. “It’s probably Cade. Otherwise the doorman would have called.”

“Cade’s a friend?”

“And a co-worker.”

“Oh.” A dose of apprehension flavored the word.

“Head for my room. I’ll get the door.”

“You might want to put on some pants first in case it’s not your friend.”

Where was his brain? Lost somewhere between Panic Avenue and Lust Lane. “Good idea.”

The knocking continued as they raced back to Liam’s room. He yanked on his pants and then closed the bedroom door on his way out. “All right. I’m coming.”

He paused a second to catch his breath and then opened the door. Cade stood on the threshold. His friend immediately stepped inside, heading for the den, the way he had dozens of times before.

“I was about to give up on you. Mind if I hang out here for a while? Jessie and her girlfriends are oohing and aahing over wedding magazines. They kicked me out.” When Liam remained by the door instead of following him, Cade turned and took in Liam’s bare chest, the pants he’d fastened but hadn’t bothered to belt and his bare feet. “Did I get you out of bed?”

Liam wiped a hand over his face and shut the door. It was pretty damned obvious from his state of undress that Cade had interrupted something. Better his buddy think he’d awakened him than have him ask questions. “Yes.”

And the lie began. At that moment it hit home exactly what a relationship with Aubrey would entail. Sneaking around, lying to family and friends and keeping quiet about the only woman who’d put a smile on his face since Patrick’s contest began.

Cade’s gaze drifted past Liam to the champagne, roses and purse still on the dining room table. “You’re not alone.”

Damn. You couldn’t lie with two empty champagne flutes in plain view. “No.”

Cade pointed at Liam’s neck. “Is that what I think it is?”

“What?”

“A hickey.”

Liam fought the urge to cover his heating skin. “Possibly.”

A wicked grin spread over Cade’s face. “If you’d mentioned you had a hot date tonight I wouldn’t have dropped in. So who is she?”

“Nobody you know.”

“The gallery lady with you in the picture in the paper?”

“Good night, Cade. We’ll hang out another time.”

“You’re not talking? She must be special.”

Denial sprang to Liam’s lips, but he bit it back. Aubrey special? She was, but not in the way Cade meant. There wouldn’t be a wedding at the end of this affair. Liam opened the door, an unsubtle hint. “I’ll catch up with you Monday.”

“I knew you were having women troubles,” Cade said on his way past. “You’ve been zoned out all week. But I guess you’ve worked them out.”