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“Dani!” he cried. “Dani.” She dropped her chest to his as he unleashed his climax. His movements slowed until they finally came to a stop. He dragged his hands over her naked back, sending fresh goosebumps over her skin.

He rolled her onto the bed and she settled on her belly, her body weightless, her muscles tingling. He trailed kisses down her spine and nipped her butt cheek.

She snorted out a laugh, the sound lazy and muffled against the pillow. She swatted his arm. “Let me rest.”

“No rest. We’ve got a date.”

He disappeared into the bathroom, and the promise of those words exploded the tight bud in her heart, letting the rose of happiness bloom.

For now, she’d enjoy every minute of this.

Chapter

Fifteen

Dani smoothed her hands over the red sequined gown. In the mirror, the changeroom’s lights caught each fleck, sending sparkling beams around the cubicle. Too much. She sighed and took a step back. Brock would probably love this dress. The spaghetti straps looked much too thin to hold her breasts in the swanky material but they did—even somehow accentuated her cleavage. The gown hugged her waist, hips, and thighs to spill open near her feet. When she moved, the slit at her thigh revealed her just-shaved legs.

“You must like this one. You’ve been in there ten minutes. Let’s see.” A hint of impatience coated Brock’s voice.

She unlocked the door and stepped out, lifting her hand to her hip. “No I haven’t.” She turned to the mirror, showing him the expanse of her bare back. “I like this one. A lot. But it’s kind of flashy, don’t you think?”

When he didn’t answer she glanced at his reflection. His gaze lingered on her lower back, his mouth slack and his elbows resting on his knees.

Satisfaction pulled at her insides. It had been a long time since she’d been the recipient of genuine male appreciation, and when it came from him . . . Her stomach flip-flopped. “Brock?”

He flicked his gaze to her eyes and snapped his mouth shut. Pushing to his feet, he stopped several inches behind her back. “You look stunning.” He trailed his fingertip down her spine, and she turned around and caught his hand.

“You can’t do that here,” she whispered.

He swiveled to look behind him at the mostly vacant store. “I can think of a lot of things we can do here. But if you’re not down for it, you’d better get out of that dress.”

“That’s one way to get arrested,” she said, cocking her eyebrow. “Think I should get it?” She fished at her side for the price tag, but he stopped her.

“Get it. I don’t care what it costs. We’ll get a lot of use out of it.”

She worked her tongue around the inside of her mouth. While she liked gifts as much as the next woman, she had her own hard-earned money stored in the bank account she couldn’t access.

Brock turned and scooped up his tuxedo bag from the chair he’d vacated. “C’mon. You still need shoes.”

She pushed all thoughts of money out of her head. If it came to it, she’d reimburse him, but he sure as hell wasn’t hard up for cash.

“And a clutch,” she said. Stepping back into the changeroom, she slid off the dress. The slinky material glided down her body with ease.

And tonight, it would do the same thing.

“I’ll have to remember to come here again in the off-season.” Dani lifted the glass of champagne to her lips. From the top-level deck of the Eiffel Tower, she stared out at the breathtaking view. Green grass spread out below the tower, where couples lay on blankets with picnic baskets. Many took pictures of the Iron Lady. The sun had set, but licks of mauve still colored part of the sky, and old French houses dotted the landscape. Stars began to peek out of the dusk.

Brock stood next to her on the deck. The tuxedo fit him like a glove and the crisp white shirt made the tone of his skin that much richer. His eyes looked ocean green. She’d always loved how his hazel eyes adjusted to his mood and certain colors of clothes and lighting made the various hues stand out.

“Me too. I’m so glad we did this.”

She sucked back another sip and the bubbles popped on her tongue, exploding in rich flavor. The breeze picked up and swirled over her exposed skin. She shivered and Brock stepped closer, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

“Want my jacket?” The crease between his eyes revealed his concern. He seemed fearful she’d want to cut the night short. Not a chance. It could be blizzarding right now and she wouldn’t leave.

She shook her head, adjusted her new clutch, which hung over her shoulder, and burrowed closer to his side. “This is perfect.”

“Good.” His hand closed over her bicep, branding her skin. “Are you full?”