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place for his onslaught. Minutes later they final y broke apart, and Jamie turned away from him once more, her lips stil tingling.

“Let me make love to you,” he said, pul ing her back to stare at her with a fiery absorption.

She'd never get sick of that look.

“I want to feel you around me. I want to make you mine in every way possible.”

“I want that too. I want to be yours. Make me yours,” Jamie murmured.

Drew leaned down to kiss her again, sweeping into her open, wil ing mouth. Groaning, he moved down the line of her jaw to her neck, and from

her neck to her col arbone. He bit down gently on the sensitive area where her neck met her shoulder, then sucked her skin into his mouth, leaving

his mark on her, and this time, she didn't protest.

He lifted his head and peered at her. “Are you on the pil ?”

Her eyes fluttered in confusion. “The pil ? Oh, birth control. God, you fry my senses when you touch me.”

“Are you?” he repeated, sounding desperate to hear her answer.

“Why?”

“I want to feel you clenching around my cock with nothing between us. I would never put you at risk, though.”

“I know you wouldn't. I'm on the pil , and I'm clean.”

“I was tested a few months ago.”

“Then do it.”

He slid into her, and Jamie felt somehow closer to Drew than ever before. She knew it seemed crazy, but having a man like Drew making love

to her like this was a very intimate experience. It felt so good; she wasn't able to hold off her orgasm for long. As they both came in mutual release,

she sank a little bit deeper in love with him.

The next day, true to his word, Drew got Jamie up bright and early to shop. She was hesitant at first to spend his money, especial y because

he'd insisted on taking her to the trendiest clothing boutiques in Manhattan. Before Jamie had even awakened, he'd consulted with a couple of his

ex-teammate's wives, and, after enduring some good-natured ribbing, they'd been a font of information on where to go in the city for the latest in

fashion. She wasn't a flashy dresser and balked when Drew grabbed shorter, tighter skirts and gauzy, more revealing blouses than she'd normal y

pick out for herself.

When she'd final y agreed to take the clothes back and try them on, though, Drew had known he'd won the war. That suspicion had been

validated when she'd agreed to buy many of the things he'd picked out for her. She told him she'd never thought of her body as sexy. She thought

her legs were too long and too thin, that her hair was too wild and total y unmanageable, and her breasts too large for her frame. Final y he couldn't

stand listening to her complain about her body. He'd backed her into her dressing room and shut the door.

“What are you doing?” she squeaked as he dropped to his knees in front of her.

“Showing you how much I adore your body.”

“Drew! Somebody's going to come in!”

“No, they're not. Places like this are very discreet.”

“But they'l know what we're doing!” she protested.

“So?” Drew gave her an evil grin, then pushed the dress she'd just tried on up over her hips. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her

panties and pul ed them down.

“Drew!” she cried.

“What?” He took one leg out and slung it over his shoulder, burying his face in her pussy. “God, I've missed this.”

“You had it not more than four hours ago.”

“Yeah, too long,” he mumbled before he plunged his tongue into her opening.

She moaned and grabbed his shoulders for balance, throwing her head back. He continued to assault her with his tongue and teeth as she

thrashed. He wrapped one wel -muscled arm around her middle as her knees buckled when she came, then slowly moved away from her when the

tremors final y slowed down.

“Did that convince you I think you're perfect?”

Jamie gave him a smal , sated smile. “Mmmm.”

“Keep putting yourself down, and I'l do it again.”

“Promise?”

He drew up to his ful height and pressed into her, making sure there was no way she could miss his raging erection. “Yeah, but I won't use my

tongue. Now be a good girl and try on the rest of these clothes. We stil have a lot of places to hit before work, and I wanna make sure we have time

for the lingerie and shoe stores.” He stole out of the room with a smirk and went back to his seat outside near the three-way mirrors.

She modeled more clothes for him, and after making some selections, they moved on to a few other stores and then the lingerie shop. There he

picked out lacy bras, French-cut boy shorts, thigh-high seamed stockings—basical y every fantasy piece of lingerie he could think of. Jamie kept

protesting she could never wear even half of what he bought for her outside of the house, and he kept arguing he didn't see what the problem with

that was. Exasperated, she gave up trying to fight him and let him purchase whatever struck his fancy.

He was having a surprisingly good time, but it wasn't until they stepped into the shoe store that he real y got excited. Just the thought of Jamie's

long, luscious legs wrapped around him wearing al those sexy shoes sent his libido into double overdrive. He wandered through the shop once just

perusing the aisles, then went back through again with a team of salespeople while Jamie watched from a bench nearby, a highly amused grin on

her face.

The first pair he spotted was purple peep-toe stiletto pumps. “How high can I go in heels without crippling you?”

“Probably three, three and a half inches,” she told him, chuckling as he plucked the purple shoe off the shelf to inspect it more closely. He handed it to a nearby salesperson.

“These.”

Moving on, he stopped in front of a red patent leather pair of Mary Jane shoes. He turned to her and winked. “Naughty schoolgirl. I like it. These.”

She buried her face in her hands. “Drew!”

He laughed and kept going. Next he plucked up a silver metal ic ankle bootie, quickly fol owed by a tan suede pair. He turned them over to the

salesperson waiting next to him and moved farther into the store. When he turned around, he saw Jamie had stayed seated at the bench. “You

aren't coming?”

“Nah. You're having fun. I'l start trying stuff on.”

“Deal.”

More heels were tossed onto the growing pile, and then when he was final y satisfied, he moved on to sandals. He found several pairs he liked

and added them to his selections. Then he got to the part of the store he'd real y been looking forward to: the section with the boots. “I'm gonna

need some time here,” he told the woman standing behind him, waiting for his next selections.

She laughed. “Take al the time you need. Your girlfriend looks like Julia Roberts in
Pretty Woman
.”

Drew looked up from the shelves. “Huh?”

“You've probably never seen
Pretty Woman
, have you?”

“Um, no.”

Did she just call Jamie my girlfriend? Huh—I guess that's what she is... Oh, man, I have a girlfriend...

“Wel , suffice it to say, she looks very happy.”

“Good. She deserves to be happy.”

He went back to browsing. Many of the boots were black, which was fine, but he wanted some cool, crazy styles too. He found a pair of electric

blue, over-the-knee boots with a ruffle on the top of them. “Perfect.”

His gaze moved farther down the shelf until he spotted a pair with a high heel and lots of buckles. They reminded him of the boots a dominatrix

might wear. He started thinking about how Jamie had tied him up and tortured him, and his dick sprang to life. He wil ed it down, knowing there

would be no relief in sight, and kept moving through the store.

Stopping in front of a pair with a cheetah print, he let out a low whistle. “Love these. She needs these.” The salesperson grabbed them, and he

kept going. A few moments later, she returned.

“I'm sorry, sir. We don't have this pair in her size.”

Drew turned to her. “Real y? That sucks. Do you have any that are similar to these?”

She gave him an apologetic smile. “No, I'm afraid not.”

“Bummer. I liked those.”

“I apologize.”

“Not your fault.”

“Can I show you some other things?”

Drew shrugged. “Sure.”

She led him over to another section of the store. “I think you might like these. I know they're basic black, but I think they're cool.” Holding up the

pair of boots, she offered them to him.

He turned them over in his hands. They were black, but had a croc pattern and a high stiletto heel with a zipper up the side and a pointed toe.

They were a good blend of classic and sexy. “I do like them. Add them to the pile.”

She laughed and moved away. His eyes swept the room. Satisfied he hadn't missed anything, he moved toward the door. “Jamie? Can you

come over here for a minute?”

Jamie came over wearing one of the pairs of heels. They looked incredible, and he wanted to sweep her into his arms and carry her off into a

dark corner so he could have his way with her.

Knowing that was impossible, he brushed a light kiss on her lips. “I'm gonna go outside and make a few phone cal s. Now that I've picked them, I

don't want to see how they al look on you. I'd rather be surprised when you wear them for me.” He gave her a wicked grin. “Maybe you can wear a

pair tonight in bed.”

She rol ed her eyes. “You're insatiable.”

“And you love it.”

He gave her one more kiss, this one a little harder, and scooted out the door.

When al was said and done, he'd bought nearly fifty pairs of shoes for her. Despite the fact they'd taken the limo on this excursion, there was no

way the shoes would fit in the car with their other purchases, so Drew asked them to deliver them to his apartment. Not surprisingly, they were more

than happy to.

He helped her back into the limo and then turned to face her. “I want you to wear one of the new pairs of shoes each weekday for the next ten

weeks. Surprise me.”

Jamie smiled and shook her head. “You are an incredible man. I can't believe you did this. How much money did you spend today? Scratch that

—I don't think I want to know.”

“Don't you worry about how much I spent. That's the most fun I've had spending my money in a good, long time. You're worth every penny.” He

leaned in and pressed a kiss to her lips. He started to push her back on the seat—they had a lengthy ride ahead of them to get back to his apartment at this time of day—but she pushed back, and he found himself half lying on the seat, her hands traveling down his body. She shot him a

smug grin and started to undo his belt.

“What're you doin’ down there?”

“Making sure you get through the show tonight without any incidents.” She undid the button and zipper and freed him, tugging firmly as Drew

hissed and sank lower on the seat.

“Baby, you're gonna be the death of me.”

“I sure hope not. I want to keep you around for a while,” she answered. Yanking his jeans and briefs down to his thighs, she took him in her

hands and then her mouth. Drew groaned and jerked. She was so good at this; she knew exactly what to do to drive him wild. Sweeping her tongue

over the head of his cock over and over, she quickly brought him to the edge.

“Honey, I'm gonna come,” he gasped out. “Stop.”

Instead of stopping, she sucked harder, and he let out a feral growl. Unable to stop now, he struggled with the need to enfold his arms

completely around her head to hold her to him while he came with an intensity that had him seeing stars. She milked him until he final y begged her

to stop. Col apsing back against the seat, he thought he'd surely never be able to move again. Jamie was seriously going to kil him someday, and

that was just fine with him.

Final y getting the wil to move, he adjusted his clothing and then pul ed Jamie onto his lap, nuzzling her neck with little biting kisses. He loved

leaving his mark on her, and thankful y she didn't seem to mind. They cuddled like that for the remainder of the ride home. After lugging al the

packages upstairs, they both fel onto the couch, but their reprieve was short-lived, as the delivery person arrived shortly thereafter with her shoes.

Surveying the room, Jamie looked at him.

“Something's just occurred to me.”

“What's that?”

“I don't have room for al this stuff in my apartment. I have a little studio with one itty-bitty closet, and it's already crammed.”

“Then leave it here,” Drew replied.

“Leave it here?”

“Yeah. You're gonna be here often enough anyway.”

Jamie studied him, and he looked back at her. “You're serious.”

“Of course I'm serious. Why would I say it if I wasn't serious?”

“No, I mean, you're real y, truly serious about this exclusivity thing.”

Drew's eyebrows pul ed down. What was she getting at? Hadn't she been listening to what he'd said last night?

“Yes. I'm not going to see anyone else, and you're sure as hel not going to either, so you might as wel leave your clothes here. In fact, you

should just move in.”

Jamie's mouth dropped open, and even though he could hardly believe he'd said the words himself, they made perfect sense. He should be

running for the hil s, he should be scared shitless, but he found that a strange sense of calm had stolen over him as soon as the words had left his

mouth. Jamie belonged with him.

“M-move in together?” Al the color had drained from her face.
Shit
. Maybe he wasn't the one who was scared this time, and he could hardly

blame her.

Drew winced. “I know it must sound crazy, and I wouldn't blame you if you told me to go to hel , but I want this. I want you. I could fal in love with