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H e couldn’t remember a more miserable evening.

Slumped in his office desk chair, Brandon threaded his fingers together across his chest, remembering the hellish evening he’d spent last night—in his own home, no less.

Bad enough that he’d walked in on the complete chaos of workmen, loud noises and flying sawdust. Then he’d had to endure supper with two young women he didn’t know and whose names he’d forgotten before the soup was served.

Friends of Jana’s, she’d explained shortly before their arrival. She’d run into them that morning while shopping on Wilshire and invited them for supper. Brandon had hardly been able to get through the meal for all their incessant chatter about fabric, hats and closet space.

He’d have left the table had it not been for Jana’s gown—or, more accurately, Jana’s bosom.

The familiar craving claimed him once more, just as it had all evening, all during the night and all morning. His desire for Jana simmered, bubbling up over and over by thoughts of her continually popping into his head. He’d cancelled an appointment today to hide out in his office, not thinking himself fit to be seen in public.

Oh, God, how he wanted her.

He’d done an admirable job of controlling himself, he thought, since her return. Not an easy undertaking, given that she was under his roof, steps away, even more beautiful and voluptuous than when she’d left fourteen months ago.

Yes, he’d managed just fine until last night…until she showed up at the supper table in that gown.

Brandon ached anew at the recollection of sitting at the opposite end of the table from her with a nearly unfettered view of his wife’s breasts which threatened to escape her bodice at any moment.

Or so he’d caught himself hoping.

He’d never seen the amethyst gown on her before so he figured she’d purchased it while in Europe. Perhaps the style was different there, gowns cut lower than usual. Her creamy white skin had shone in the lamplight, glistening against the dark purple fabric of the gown. Her full, plump breasts undulated with each breath, each movement, mesmerizing him.

He’d nearly groaned aloud when she reached for the salt.

Jana had magnificent breasts. He remembered that from their first three glorious months together. But somehow, they looked bigger now.

Or perhaps it was just that he hadn’t seen them in a while. Or touched them. Or—

A brisk knock sounded on his office door and Noah Carmichael stepped into the room. Brandon rolled his chair farther under his desk, and grumbled, “What do you want?”

Noah frowned. “Still no marital bliss, huh?”

“I know you have an office in this building, so why don’t you stay there?” Brandon asked, squaring off the stacks of papers and ledgers on his desk.

“I take it the answer to my question is no,” Noah said, settling into a chair in front of Brandon’s desk. He held out a piece of paper. “Several more people interested in the Jennings Building. You and I are going to make a fortune on this thing.”

Brandon snatched the paper from his hand and, after a cursory glance, slapped it down. “I don’t know why the hell it should be so difficult to have a wife.”

“No honeymoon,” Noah told him.

Brandon pressed his lips together to stifle a moan as another wave of wanting swelled in him.

“You should have taken Jana on a honeymoon,” Noah continued. “Just the two of you. Endless days of mindless lovemaking. Nothing to do but burrow beneath the covers and—”