Lucky Stars by Kristen Ashley

room.
    “Hurry,” he muttered his demand in a growl against her mouth, her desire (now significantly muted) to get her things came back to her and she nodded.
    She scooted out from under him and got out of bed all of a sudden distressingly mindful of her nudity. She grabbed the first thing she could find which was his shirt . It was still partially buttoned so she quickly pulled it over her head and shoved her arms through. She then snatched up her panties and, back to him, slid them on under the voluminous folds of his shirt.
    Her eyes went to the bed and as she feared, he was up on an elbow. The sheets were down to his waist. His broad, hard-muscled chest was on display. His chest was one of the myriad things she liked most about him. In fact, he had a great body which he did, indeed, have entirely at his command, in very delicious ways.
    His gaze was on her.
    She felt heat in her cheeks and she dashed to nab her dress and shoes.
    Then she walked swiftly to the door.
    She heard dog tags behind her.
    Then she heard Jack demand, “Take Baron.”
    She stopped at the door, hand on the knob and looked at Jack then at Baron who was standing halfway between the bed and the door. His head was swinging between them both looking doggie confused.
    “He wants to stay with you,” Belle told Jack.
    “He wants to go with you,” Jack told Belle.
    “No, he doesn’t,” Belle returned.
    “Belle, he does,” Jack retorted and went on, “Take him.”
    Dress under her arm and shoes dangling from her fingers, Belle still managed to put an affronted feminine hand to her hip.
    “You’re very bossy, do you know that?” she asked him.
    “I have one hundred and eleven thousand, nine hundred and fifty-three employees. I have to be bossy,” he answered.
    Belle’s mouth dropped open in astonishment at that impossible to believe fact.
    Belle had only three and they were always driving her straight up the wall (or, at least, Belinda, her young, starry-eyed shop assistant did).

Therefore she asked on a whisper, “Really?”
    He grinned but didn’t respond to her question. Instead, he ordered, “Go get your things.”
    She turned to the door because standing in his shirt across the room and not in his arms in his bed, she was losing the courage to banter with Jack, and she muttered, “I’m not taking Baron.”
    She heard him chuckle before he let out a sharp, short whistle, giving in and calling his dog.
    She opened the door, stepped into the hall and started to close it behind her but threw him a grin of gratitude.
    Baron was at the side of the bed, tail wagging, getting a head rub from Jack but Jack’s eyes were on her.
    He smiled back.
    Her belly did a flip, she licked her lips and closed the door.
    Then she hurried down the hall.
    As she did this, even though it was daylight, she thanked her lucky stars.
    Belle had many lucky stars and she thanked them often.
    She had a loving family even if she didn’t see her Dad very much and her Mom and Gram were a little nuts. She’d had an interesting childhood, seen many places, met nice people. She had a small cadre of good friends she cared about deeply. She owned her own business and did something she loved. She had a gorgeous cottage that was cosy, inviting, safe and very close to the sea, the sea being something that always made her feel happy and at peace.
    Only once in her life had her stars turned. That was when she met, fell in love with and married Calvin.
    But now, somehow she knew, with Jack those stars shone brighter than ever before. She also knew in her heart even after only one night that what she and Jack had was good, it was natural and it was right.
    It could even be destiny or, at least, that was what her Mom would call it.
    And she was ready to throw caution to the wind in order to have it, to hold it and keep it forever.
    She was so caught in these happy thoughts she almost missed the murmuring voices as she made to turn from the wing Jack’s room was in to the one