Legal Attraction

His erection strained against his pants—and against her hips. Instinctively she arched and rubbed against him, and he groaned.

“And with every outfit you changed into, I got hungrier,” he said.

“You didn’t have to stay.” But she’d been glad that he was still there—every time she had stepped out of the dressing room after a wardrobe change. She’d wanted him to see what she was wearing; she’d wanted him to see her, and she’d wanted to see his reaction.

“I couldn’t leave,” he said, his voice gruffer now as if he was in pain.

“Why not?” she asked.

“Because I didn’t get what I came for...”

“And what did you come for?” she asked.

He lowered his head to hers and kissed her—deeply—hungrily. His lips moved over hers, nibbling and plucking at them until she gasped with pleasure.

“I came for you,” he said, his voice a gruff whisper. “I came for this...”

His hands moved over her, lifting her sweater up and over her head. He uttered a lustful sigh. “I was hoping you were still wearing this...”

It was the black bra with the bow in the middle. Bette was a genius designer. She somehow made the bras so that the one bow held the cups together and provided support. Muriel’s breasts swelled over the top of it.

“Why?” she asked, and she wasn’t faking the breathlessness in her voice. Her heart was racing so fast that she could barely draw any air into her lungs. But as she tried, her breasts swelled even more and nearly spilled over the top of the black bra.

Ronan reached for that bow, tugging on the ribbons, and the bra fell away, freeing her breasts. She panted for air now as excitement coursed through her. Her nipples tightened and ached for more than the touch of his gaze.

“That’s why,” he replied. “I’ve been dying to undo that bow.”

Muriel had been modeling lingerie and swimsuits for most of her career, so she had long ago gotten over any qualms she might have had about modesty. But there was something about the way that Ronan Hall was looking at her that made her feel more naked than she had ever felt before.

He wasn’t just looking at her body. It was as if he was trying to peer into her heart and soul. Maybe he was wondering if she had one.

She did. She doubted that he did, though. So what the hell was she doing getting half-naked in an elevator with the man who had nearly destroyed her?

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