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off of her as well.

Gaston cleared his throat and looked into the kitchen. It appeared immaculate, if drab. She might have cleaned up, but she hadn’t added that burst of color he remembered she used to surround herself with. He’d always thought her colors were perfect. None of them ever matched, but somehow, they always seemed to pull a room together.

“Are you ready to go?” he asked.

She pulled a black, ruffled pashmina out of her closet and wrapped it around her arms, tossing one end over her shoulder. “I think so,” she replied, opening her small, beaded black bag and checking to make sure she had her keys, lipstick and wallet. “Yes. I’m definitely ready to go.”

Gaston shifted slightly. He had been ready to go. Then she’d opened the damn door! Now he wasn’t ready to go anywhere but into her bedroom. Damn, she even smelled good! What had she done today? Why had he encouraged her to take the day off? She’d cleaned up and pulled things together. She’d been a distraction before all of this but seeing her now, smelling her soft, delicate, feminine scent, he was having a hard time controlling his need to pick her up, toss her over his shoulder and carry her into her bedroom.

He had to remind himself of the picture that her father had shown him all those years ago. But as he walked behind her, that dress showing off her very round, very cute derriere, he was hard pressed to picture the image in his mind. The man’s features had faded over time, and now those images were further repressed by his body’s need and her presence which was complicating his whole plan.

As she descended the stairs, turning the corner to take the next level, her eyes glanced up at him. He caught the worried expression and something inside of him uncurled. How could this woman who had tormented his mind and his body for so many years with her faithlessness, just with her appearance and the innocent look about her, make him start to forget what she’d done? She’d cheated on him with someone who wasn’t even remotely like him. Why wasn’t he remembering that right now instead of trying to move closer and smell that soft, rose scent of hers?

The drive over to his place was almost torture. The smaller confines of his black sedan didn’t let any of her delicate scent dissipate so he felt surrounded by her. It wrapped around his brain and wouldn’t let go. He actually had trouble concentrating on the conversation. He had to focus because she seemed worried about the evening ahead. She was asking all kinds of questions about the various people who would be there, trying to find out what they were like and who they were, how they were connected with each other and why he chose each person to sit on his board of directors.

He appreciated what she was trying to do, but he wished she’d just shut up so he could get control of his body once again. Her sweet voice wasn’t helping because he also knew that she was very vocal when she was in the throes of passion and his mind was torn between answering her questions and trying to figure out what he could do to get her to make one of those sweet sounds in the next few moments.

In the confines of the elevator, he gave up the challenge. At least in the car, his hands were occupied steering the vehicle and his mind had to concentrate to a certain point on getting them from her apartment to his penthouse safely. But now, as the doors closed them into his private elevator, he couldn’t hold back the need to hold her in his arms once again, to feel her soft breasts against his chest. So when he reached for her, he was actually surprised that she moved into his arms without hesitation. But he didn’t care either. He wanted her and she was willing. He didn’t have the time or the concentration to figure her out at the moment. His mouth covered hers and she lifted her face to accept his kiss.

Elana sighed with happiness when he finally reached out and grabbed her waist. His hands were hard and firm as he pulled her against him but she didn’t care. Her hands were already up around his neck, her body pressing against his. She wasn’t resisting. In fact, she was making it painfully hard