A Safe Heart

“Really? This is no joke?” Michael asked.

Grace nodded. “I told you that Adam Silver is a fan.”

Convincing the art critic to detour to cover Michael's show hadn't been difficult. Not that Grace was going to tell Michael how easy it had been. If he thought she'd had to do some major wheeling and dealing to pull this off, let him think it.

“Grace...I...you really—”

She smiled at his stumbling. For once, she'd left Michael Justice speechless. Grace had never met a more self-assured man. He was gorgeous, buff, talented, intelligent, and good-natured. What was there not to be self-assured about?

His hands cupped her head, and his mouth closed on hers. Grace's surprise was drowned out by an uncompromising arousal.

She'd wanted Michael Justice since the first time he'd set foot in Le Artiste; this response was too good to be true. Grace pressed her hands flat to his chest and opened her lips wider, moaning as he deepened the kiss.

The faux ivory pins holding her hair up eased out then clattered onto the edge of her desk. Her hair loosened then unfurled, the weight sliding along her shoulders and back. Michael buried his hands in its length, fisting then releasing it, exhaling hard against her cheek.

Grace slipped her arms up, circling his neck and bringing herself flush to his body...and to the erection straining his jeans. Anne had already left for the day, and she'd never been more glad of the fact.

Any speculations about his intentions were laid to rest. The man had the most unquestionably carnal nature she'd ever encountered, and Grace loved it. In a heartbeat, she knew Michael wouldn't be stopping, and she didn't want him to.