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like he couldn't get enough of my lips. Like he couldn't get enough of me.
    I knew what lay beyond this buzz. The worry on the edges of the throbbing anticipation. But I put up a mental wall, not letting my doubt chip away at the desire. There would be time for questions. A time for me to breathe when he told me it was no big deal. For now I was just a woman, going to surprise her man in nothing but underwear and a coat.
    I paid the fare and strutted through the doors of Whitmore and Creighton. I smiled to myself at the memory of teetering on my heels. Those stupid shoes put me on a collision course with destiny.
    The guard, Frank Miller, perked when he saw me. His kind gray eyes mirrored the smile on his face. "Good evening, Mrs. Whitmore."
    Even though I knew he had no idea what was under my coat or what I had planned, I still bit my lip. Not even the slice of discomfort could ward off the blush heating my cheeks. "Hi Frank. How are you?"
    "Can't complain." He nodded his head. "Don't work too hard."
    I swallowed the amusement that rose in my throat, hustling toward the elevator. It seemed to move especially slow, climbing every step to the top floor. By the time it dinged and I was at my destination, I was practically hyperventilating. I moved down the corridor to Jacob’s office, the sound of light classical music luring me to him. Classical music meant he needed some zen or he'd start busting heads.
    I rapped on the door and stepped inside, not waiting for him to grant me entry. His gaze lifted from his computer and captured me. The shock in his eyes warmed as he took me in. A smile teased his lips as the pieces clicked into place and he recognized the coat.
    I loosened the knot, my lips slightly parted as I shed the layer and showed him my intentions.
    "Surprise."
    He rose from his chair, wetting his lips as he circled to the front of his desk. He leaned back, still the epitome of sophistication and power, even though his tie hung loosely and his eyes were doing bad things to my body.
    "You look delicious." His deep voice savored every word and I felt my wetness soaking through my panties.
    I managed to speak, my voice rough and husky. "Thank you."
    He stroked his fingers through his dark hair. Ruffling it in a way that made him look both playful and dangerous. "I remember the first time you put on that jacket. You were so nervous, so self conscious about your body. You used the jacket as a shield. Something to hide your perceived imperfections." He unbuttoned his cuffs and I watched his fingers, already feeling them deep inside me. "What is the jacket to you now?"
    His question caught me off guard and my lips worked but nothing intelligible came out.
    "What were you thinking when you decided to put it on?" he pressed. "You could have worn a dress. A t-shirt and jeans. There's a reason you chose to put on that trench coat."
    I dug my fingertips into my thigh to keep from shaking. To get a handle on my desire long enough for my brain to function so I could do more than stutter. I looked inward for the answer.
    I clasped my hands together, the shake barely more than a tremor when I met his steely blue gaze. The answer was in the fact that I didn't even stop to look in a mirror. Or fuss over my body, making myself a nervous wreck. I was a wife, doing something for her husband...and nothing else mattered.
    "The jacket represents metamorphosis." I moved toward him, one step at a time. The predator with her prey in her sights. "I'm not the doe eyed innocent anymore. You're my Dom, but that doesn't mean that I can't take the reins every now and then." I stopped in front of him, the space between us hot with sexual tension. I smiled mischievously as I roped my arms around my back and unhooked my bra, letting it drop to the floor. "I can take what I want."
    He rounded the contours of my breasts with his eyes and my nipples swelled like he'd already claimed them. I could feel him pinching them tight until I could take no