“I can’t wait for tonight,” she finally whispered, and pulled back, a wicked twinkle in her eyes.
* * *
It was only later that Stavros finally noticed the back of Leah’s dress. Specifically when the photographer had asked her to turn around and smile over her back.
Her gaze holding his, she turned slowly, a coy smile curving her mouth.
Heat pounded his blood, desire hitting him like a tsunami.
Her back was bare, dipping precariously low to the curve of her buttocks, except for a row of white buttons drawing a tempting line down her spine, holding the sheer illusion panel together...
Just the sight of that smooth, bare skin sent heat searing across his own.
He could love her for years to come but his wife would always surprise him, he realized with a smile.
Joining her, he ran his fingers up her spine, a fever overtaking his muscles.
“Ready for your wedding night, yineka mou?” he asked, pressing a kiss to her jaw.
She trembled and turned into his arms. “Do you like the dress?”
He nodded, and picked her up. A hundred cheers went up around them as he walked toward the entrance to Giannis’s house. “I love it. But I apologize in advance.”
Her hands tightened around his nape. “For what?”
“For ripping those delicate buttons. That’s the only way to get it off you, isn’t it?”
Her smile reached into the depths of his heart. He carried her over the threshold and took her mouth in a hungry kiss. “Now you’re mine forever and forever.”
“And you are mine,” she whispered, before claiming his mouth again.
*****
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Chatsfield’s Ultimate Acquisition
by Melanie Milburne
CHAPTER ONE
NOWHERE ON ISABELLE’S list of things to do before The Meeting was there any mention of cleaning up a fur ball. She looked at Atticus in dismay. ‘You do this to me now?’
Atticus purred as he indolently lifted a front paw to groom as if to say, What is your problem?
Isabelle blew out a flustered breath. ‘Why didn’t you do this yesterday when I had time to take you to the vet? Why today, when I’ve got a hundred people filing into the boardroom—’ she glanced at her watch and groaned ‘—like in about five minutes. Argh!’
She pictured the Chatsfield clan striding in—Gene and his eight adult children...and Gene’s nephew Spencer Chatsfield and his two younger brothers. Even thinking Spencer’s name made her blood boil. As if what he’d done ten years ago hadn’t been enough. How could she have fallen for someone so hard and so fast when he’d only been playing a game? That was what made her veins throb and pulse with rage. She had been too stupid to see him for what he was. Too gullible and naive to see he was toying with her because he could, not because he wanted to.
Seven months ago he had come breezing back into her life with a takeover offer. A takeover offer! As if she would ever sell anything to him.
But he was up to his old tricks, somehow in the interim gaining forty-nine per cent of the Harrington shares. But at least they were equals now. She had the other forty-nine so he would have his work cut out trying to get them off her.
To get anything off her, including her clothes— especially her clothes.
‘I should’ve brought home the smooth-haired tortoiseshell,’ Isabelle said as she gingerly picked up the fur ball in a tissue. ‘What was I thinking getting a hair machine like you?’
Atticus blinked his green eyes and then lifted his back leg into a position Isabelle as a wannabe yogi could only envy.