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“The doors are going to open,” I said, only it came out breathy, desire making a play at overtaking my panic.

“Show me your panties.” “We don’t have time.”

He crossed his arms. “I’m not leaving this elevator until I see them.”

My heart beat a million miles an hour as I reached for the hem of my skirt. I lifted it higher and higher, watching in satisfaction as Jameson’s jaw dropped.

The bing of the doors had me yanking down my skirt, and Jameson spun, doing his best to block me from view as they opened to reveal Debra and Rob.

“Oh good, you’re back.” Debra spun back to her desk, picked up a stack of notes, and handed them to Jameson. “Here are your urgent messages.” She reached for another pile. “And here are the non-urgent ones from the last few days that are probably reaching the urgent stage now.”

Jameson’s shoulders sagged as he let out a long breath, and I decided I’d have to find a way to cheer him up. But not till the end of the day, because no one would respect me if they caught me with my pants down—or skirt up, as it were.

Just a few more hours…

I checked the time.

Ugh, make that like five or six more hours…

Jameson adjusted his tie, and I thought of how he’d bound my wrists the last time we had sex.

Oh shit, I’m so screwed.

Actually, I’m not, which is why I’m considering breaking all my rules and requesting a private meeting, stat.

Our moans would carry through the entire office, there’d be screaming of his name, and…and I really needed to stop thinking about it, or I was going to explode from sexual frustration.

Then I’d get to have a super classy line on my tombstone that read something like: Here lies Katrina Taylor, who died of horniness.

CHAPTER 24

Jameson

I don’t know what it was about sitting on an airplane for a few hours that sucked the life out of you, but it always did. I thought it wouldn’t be a big thing to come straight from the airport to the office, but my muscles ached and hours of work still spread before me, and all I wanted to do was lean back in my chair and catch a nap. Preferably one in the eight-hour range.

At the knock on the door, I groaned, not wanting to deal with one more thing. Only when I called out for whoever it was to come in, Kat stepped through the door. Suddenly every part of me was alert and ready to go.

The click of the lock as she engaged it made my heart thump hard in my chest.

“Here’s how this is going to work…” She reached over and tugged the cord that closed the blinds. Then she undid the top button on her shirt. “There’s no touching at work. We made that rule.”

“You made that rule,” I said, and she paused her attempt to undo the next button.

“Are you arguing with me? Because then I’ll just go.” She spun and took a step toward the door.

“Okay, no touching and no arguing.” That came out way too desperate, but right now I felt pretty fucking desperate. “Now turn around and finish what you started.”

She slowly turned back around and tilted her head like she was thinking real hard about it.

“Kat.”

“Jameson.” A wicked smile curved her deceptively sweet lips. She came closer, undoing a button with each step and then she slipped the shirt off and let it fall to the floor.

I stared, unabashedly, taking in every detail, from her overflowing breasts to whatever those things were that was holding the sexy thing together—I hadn’t gotten nearly a good enough look at them earlier.

“Are you going to be good?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “Probably not.” I was already calculating how many seconds it’d take to shoot out of my chair, grab her hand, and yank her to me before she could realize the kind of trouble she was in.

“This is part of your punishment for leaving me without your cock for an entire week. Do you really think you can afford to get into more trouble?”

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