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His stomach growled. “My favorite.”

She shot him a coquettish smile. “I know.” She sauntered into the kitchen, a saucy twitch to her behind.

Of course he followed.

By the time they finished eating, frosting was all over the sheets.

Chapter Nine

Their conversation roiled in his mind all night, keeping him from sleep. That Shannon hadn’t been with anyone but him for years was mind-blowing. And it made him a little crazy. Even after a full night of soul-satisfying sex, he still wanted her.

But he wanted more than that. He wanted her wanting him with an equal fervor. His imagination was afire with the possibilities. By the time he arrived in the office the next morning, he’d hatched a devious plan. He got in a little late because he’d had to make a stop at a boutique on Sherman Way. Once in his office, he shut the blinds and waited for her to appear.

As soon as he saw her emerging from the lunchroom where she’d been brewing coffee for their upcoming staff meeting, he called her into his office.

“Good morning, Tristan,” she said softly as she appeared at his door. Today she wore a crisp jacket with a flirty skirt.

“Good morning, Shannon. Please come in and close the door.”

She complied, sauntering to his desk, her ubiquitous steno pad in hand. “Did you…want something?” Her smile was mischievous and alluring.

“You know what I want.” He motioned her closer.

She stepped around the desk and stood before him, smiling down at him with an angelic mien. She was absolutely gorgeous this morning, practically glowing with feminine contentment. Though she wore a perfectly respectable business suit, on her it was unbelievably sexy. He wanted to bend her over the desk and take her right then and there but he had bigger plans.

He caressed her hip and let his palm slide down over her soft bottom. “Have you recovered?”

She laughed lightly. “Barely. Last night was amazing.”

“Tonight will be better.”

Her lips twitched. “Oh? Do we have plans tonight?”

He grinned. “I do.”

“Do tell…” She cupped the back of his neck, threading her fingers through the hair curling at his nape.

“I made reservations at a club I know. We’ll be having dinner there.”

“Which club?”

“It’s a private club. You’ve probably never heard of it.”

“Try me.”

He leaned in and whispered, “The Pleasure Palace.”

“Dear heavens.” He could tell from her expression she’d heard of it. The club was a carefully guarded secret of the rich and famous, a place where private dinners were served in secluded alcoves and themed suites. It was a place where any fantasy could be lived out to its fullest with utmost discretion. “Are you a member?”

“One of our clients is co-owner. He owed me a favor.”

“Oh my.”

He knew what she was thinking. She’d guessed what he had planned. But only part of it. He was much more devious than she could ever imagine.

“Does the notion of being at my complete command arouse you?”

She swallowed heavily. “Yes.”