for him holding her, she was sure she would have slid into the bottom of the tub in a puddle. He washed them both and Jade sighed as the washcloth passed over the still sensitive skin of her body. She was feeling relatively normal again to help as they dried each other before getting back into the bed they had vacated earlier. She stretched and yawned languidly like cat that had been lying in the sun.
Jade watched as he threw on his jeans. “Where’re you off too?”
“I’m going to go make us some breakfast in bed,” Luke said.
She couldn’t help but ask, needed to know before she opened herself any further to him. “So, where is this going? Luke, if this is just you scratching an itch, let me know before I invest anything else into it.”
“That’s one thing I always admired about you. Your brother calls you blunt but I like how you tackle everything head on,” Luke said.
“Well, head-on is what you’ll get. You know how I feel about you. Hell, I’ve loved you since I was like fifteen years old. Don’t play with my emotions. I won’t be another cop groupie who warms your bed whenever you come sniffing around.”
“You don’t know, Jade? Couldn’t you see it all these years I have been avoiding you or even feel it in my touch?” Luke asked softly. “We were always like magnets, drawn to each other, not only because of the attraction but because I loved you just as much as a man possible could.” Luke came over to her and kissed her hard. “So no—this is not an itch or you aren’t any cop groupie, Jade. You are and always will be my love.”
She settled back against the pillows with a big grin and a heart filled with elation. “Good. I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page. Now go make me my breakfast, lover boy.”
“Do you want it made in the shape of a heart?” he asked.
“That’s a strange question. Why?” Jade asked.
He kissed her nose before walking away. “Jade, darling, today is Valentine’s Day.”
She watched him swagger away, shirtless and sexy as hell. He was finally hers to keep and she had absolutely forgotten that it was the day of love. She didn’t need hearts, diamonds, or candy. She had Luke, the man of her dreams, and there was nothing in the world that could compare to that.
Spank Me:
Mr. March
Daye Martin looked around her. The office was buzzing with activity and as usual March Publications was reeling from the big news. Her boss, Mr. March, had bought out a magazine and they were now going to be putting out a new issue each month. Excitement in the air was not the right word. If Morgan March’s name was not on their lips well, that person was dead. She had already fielded so many calls from reporters that the same words came automatically from her lips.
“Mr. March will be releasing a statement at the end of the week.”
She could see him in his office, sitting behind the desk talking on the telephone. Morgan March was a handsome man. He had dark hair that was expertly cut and in place. He always wore dark business suits that hung on his body to perfection. His broad shoulders and lean hips only accentuated the sexy, deep green eyes and the sensual lips. He was the talk at many lunch tables. Especially after a red carpet event where he would be seen with some sexy actress on his arm. The door between the outer rooms and hers was closed, barring anyone from the hallway from just walking in. Her smaller office adjoined his and Daye was happy to say that she was the first line of defense before you could even get into his domain. More than once she would see other secretaries or office girls winking at her when they did get a peek inside their office space. Most of them wanted to be her and openly said it to her face. Her phone rang as she got up to get him his coffee and lunch that came a few minutes earlier. He liked to eat promptly at one.
She pressed the tiny button on the head set as she walked into his office and set his