No Limits (Partners in Passion, Book Two)

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An Excerpt From:
Partners in Passion: No Limits

? Copyright S.L. Carpenter & Sahara
Kelly, 2004.

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Ellora's Cave, Inc.

Jodi
fumbled with the door for a second and Marcus watched her breasts sway as
she unlocked the door. The thought of the soft flesh made his mouth water
and he reminded himself again of who she was.

?Come
on in,? she said, opening the door, ?Just set those boxes on the table,
I?ll put them away.?

Marcus
set his burden down on the entry table and looked around the small loft
apartment, leaving his bag on the floor by the door.

?Go
ahead and sit down. I?ll put this stuff away. Can I get you something to
drink or anything?? Jodi picked up one of the boxes and headed towards the
kitchen area.

?No,
I?m fine, thanks. Nice place you have here.? Marcus stood in the living
room and looked around.

A
stark scene met his eyes. The room was huge, soaring to high bare ceilings
and painted almost entirely white. Several skylights would fill the room
with sunshine during the day. The unfinished walls were brick, several
large pipes ran the length of the wide beams, and the dazzle as Jodi turned
on a few lights was quite amazing.

It
was modern, daring, and not what he?d expected. The kitchen was open to the
rest of the apartment, the only walls enclosing what he suspected was the
bathroom. Her bed was almost hidden by a waterfall of white sheer stuff
strung on a rod across one end of the room.

He
looked around curiously. Almost every surface was bare. No magazines lay
half-open on the single coffee table. There were no trinkets or
dust-catchers cluttering up the surface of her bookcase. There were books,
but not many. Some CDs. A small sound system, which looked expensive, took
up one shelf.

There
was no television.

There
was, in fact, nothing to tell him anything about the woman who lived in
such simplicity. Nothing but an assortment of brilliantly colored pillows, scattered like the remains of a seriously
deranged peacock on her couch.

Marcus
was intrigued. He noticed two framed photos hanging side by side on the
blank whiteness of her walls. ?Holy crap! Those are Ansel
Adams prints. Where?d you find these??

Marcus
stepped closer to the framed black and white pictures ?Damn, these are
signed too.?

?Yeah,
I saw them at an art gallery in New
York. Couldn?t resist them.?

Jodi
stood next to Marcus sipping a freshly poured glass of something bubbly.
She held it to her chest and stared at the pictures with him. ?I love the
way he uses contrast to set a mood.? She pulled one foot behind the other
and rubbed her calf with the top of it in a gesture that seemed almost nervous.

?I
like his work. Mine has more of a dark feel to it then this.? Marcus turned
towards Jodi.

She
was now barefoot and her head reached his shoulder. Her hair smelled of
that herbal fragrance from her shampoo and he breathed it in. Marcus
hesitated. He didn?t speak much about his hobby. It was a very personal and
discreet interest that he rarely shared.

?Your
work? You mean you take photographs? Landscapes and stuff??

?Um?do
you have all the pastries put away? I don?t want to keep you from things.?
He changed the subject.

His
photographs were an artistic outlet. They weren?t the types to show in art
houses, they weren?t the types shown in magazines. To him, his photos were
his personal eye into someone?s soul. He didn?t mind taking pictures for
friends but the standard family pictures didn?t turn him on. He liked the
more intimate settings. With only a certain few
people.

?Yeah,
it?s all put away. I?m just going to kick back and listen to some music and
probably soak my feet. They?re killing me.?

Marcus
looked over to her beige chair and the matching ottoman in front of it, and
then looked back to Jodi. ?They really hurt? You know I can help you with
that??

Her
expression changed. He could read it very clearly. Ah, the ?move?. I
knew he was finally going to try something.

He
ignored it. ?Go sit down and I?ll massage your feet for you. I learned how
to do it a long time ago in Germany.?

Marcus
put his hand on the small of her back and led her to the chair watching her
backside sway beneath her skirt.

A
nice ass runs in this family, for sure.