Toffer was standing there, one leg bent backward, his foot resting on the thick hedge. He looked handsome as ever. His compelling face lit up with anticipation when Grace came into view, and her stomach did flip-flops. No matter how many times she saw him, it was always the same -- her palms would sweat and her heart would beat faster. It was hard to believe that the handsome man was her husband. Right now, he wore his dark hair just past his shoulders for the movie role. And he definitely wasn’t dressed for dinner. He was wearing jeans and a pullover.“Hello, my Grace.” His voice was deep as she stopped in front of him. He cupped her cheek and kissed her lightly. “You’re late.”“I’m sorry. I couldn’t find…”“No excuses.” He stroked her arms, then pushed aside her shirt and traced his fingers over the edge of her breasts. Her nipples hardened in response.“So beautiful, and all mine.” His voice was deep. He gathered her close and caressed her hips, his breath hot against her neck.
