"Like it?" she teased, her sprightly smile meant to taunt.
"Didn't you get enough this morning?"
"Do I ever?"
Jeff shook his head, then drew his fingertip tantalizingly through the silken hair, tracing the thin line of her cunt with the faintest of pressure until an obvious shudder rippled the soft flesh of her inner thighs and upward across her flat belly.
"Ooohhhh… you dog, you," she moaned. "I warn you, cut that out or you'll never get out of here…
Grinning, he repeated the torment, causing her to squirm and coo beneath him, until suddenly, she jerked her legs free and swung from the bed, chasing him to the door. In the hallway, he laughed back at her.
"You wait 'til you come home," she said, pretending at anger, the door cracked so that he could see only one of her pretty eyes and part of her smiling, impish mouth. Then: "Good luck, darling."
"Thanks," he said, shoving the rolled-up plans he had spent a week on up under his arm. "I'll need it, I'm thinking."
He took the elevator to the street level and the rear service door to the garage. The Brendells had an apartment out on Wilshire in Beverly Hills, a good ten miles or he would have caught a cab. He was not that flushed even though his present set-up paid him well and Toni split all expenses with him. But he was trying to save every nickel he could, hoping that when another birthday rolled around he would have enough to open his own office. Actually, all he needed was one good deal like this one to put him over the top, not only from the financial end of it, but the prestige gained from building a six-hundred-thousand-dollar home… and out in the valley at that, would be invaluable.