Deb clipped her hair aside. The curls spiraled over one shoulder, leaving the other free. She admired the effect in the mirror with a little moue. “What do you think? Hair up? Or down?” He finally completed the knot and joined her at the dresser. “I like it this way.” Marcus dropped a kiss on the naked skin between the curve of her shoulder and the sequined strap of her dress. His nose caught a whiff of the perfume she must have dabbed on her throat, something sultry and mysterious that shot straight below his belt. He took a prudent step back. “You look absolutely beautiful.” Deb held up her hand so he helped her to her feet. The fabric flowed along her body, catching the light in gold streaks. The way her curves moved freely under it finished drying his mouth. “Thank you. You look quite dashing yourself.” She arranged his tie, brushing those curves against his chest with a wicked smile.
