“Give me just a second,” Travis said, frowning when he saw Julia leaning against the
door frame between their bedrooms, trying to maintain her balance while slipping her
feet into her high-heels. “Hmm? No, not you,” he said into his cell phone. “I was talking
to Julia.”

Julia quickly fastened both of her sandals and started to retreat back to her bedroom.
“I’ll come back,” she mouthed.

He swiftly caught her arm. “No. I’m almost done,” he whispered, then slid his hand
down until he was holding hers. “You look good in red,” he murmured appreciatively.

Heat filled her cheeks. “Do you really think so?” she asked, glancing down at the long
empire dress that gently flowed from her body.

He answered by raising her fingers to his lips and kissing the back of them. “Yes. Yes, I’
m listening. Every word,” Travis grumbled into his phone, sighing as he flipped Julia’s
hand over, so he could place his mouth against her palm. Then, with deliberate
slowness, he trailed soft kisses up the inside of her arm until he reached her elbow. He
paused, stared up into her eyes and, without any warning at all, pulled her up against

Julia gasped in shock, as she felt Travis’s lips against her neck. He was finding all of
the erogenous points on her skin, nibbling them, tasting them and arousing such a
swift sweep of pleasure in her that she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out.

“Howard, you know I can’t keep up with you when you’re spurting out numbers faster
than a damn auctioneer,” Travis complained, suddenly raising his head to focus on his
phone conversation again.

Julia blinked up at Travis, trying to figure out how he could still appear so decidedly
unaffected when she was struggling to resurface from a thick sensual haze. She
started to pull away from him, but his arm tightened around her waist. She struggled
harder and finally freed herself, stalking over to the door with her hands crossed over
her heaving chest.

Travis frowned at her. “I have to go,” he said into the phone. “We’ll talk about this
more on Monday. Okay. Bye.” He disconnected the call and stood staring at Julia for a
long moment. “What’s wrong?” he asked finally.

“Nothing,” she snapped, swinging around and opening the door to the hall. “I’m just
ready to get to the party, that’s all.”

“Nothing, hmm?” he murmured, stepping out into the hall with her. “Then, why do you
seem upset?

“I’m not upset.”

“Yes, you are,” he said, stepping in her path, blocking her. He smirked suddenly. “You’
re upset because I stopped kissing you, aren’t you?”

She impatiently pushed passed him. “Don’t be ridiculous. I hardly even noticed.”

He saw the way she studiously avoided his eyes and his smile broadened. He easily
kept up with her stride. “If it makes you feel any better, if we didn’t have to get
downstairs, I would have done something to you that you couldn’t ‘hardly even notice’.”

She actually stumbled. But she didn’t fall. Travis made sure of that, one of his hands
on her waist, the other on her arm. “I’m glad I didn’t make that comment while we
were going down the stairs,” Travis drawled dryly.

“I wish you hadn’t made it at all,” she hissed, pulling from his grasp.

“No, you don’t. You liked the comment. You were just startled by the images that it put
into your head, that’s all. They were quite shocking, weren’t they? You felt the same
emotions scorching through your veins when I was kissing you a few minutes ago, only
you pictured us in the bed and we were—”

“Stop!” she cried desperately.

“Or perhaps I’m just projecting my thoughts onto you.” He shrugged dismissively.
Then, he took her hand and tucked it into the crook of his arm. “Come, Julia. It’s show

*This excerpt of "Truly, Madly, Deeply" was provided by Nia Imani.
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