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"No. Clearly, you have a wild side. And I would love to help you explore that side of you in depth."

Spencer moves closer, sliding an arm around my waist to tug me into his body. "I definitely want to explore you in depth, love."

A sensuous warmth tingles through me, making my breaths shorten. "Does that mean sex or adventure?"

"Both. In every way imaginable."

Suddenly, I can't catch my breath. Spencer wants to get wild with me, and there's nothing in the world I want more than to be his adventure guide. "When do you want to start?"

"Immediately."

Holy shit. That sensuous heat rushes into my sex, stealing my breath completely. I need sixteen seconds before I can speak. Yeah, I counted. This is a moment I need to remember for the rest of my life.

The elevator doors glide open.

No one is inside the car.

Spencer keeps his arm around me as we step into the elevator. He glances up at the security camera. "When should we begin my adventure?"

"If you're thinking what I think you're thinking, you should know we are not alone. But if you want to give the security guards an eyeful, that's fine with me."

He sighs and kisses my cheek. "No, pet, I don't want anyone else to see you in the throes. Certainly not sweaty security guards."

"You do realize they might be able to hear you."

Spencer shrugs. "For all they know, 'sweaty' means something different in British English. Besides, I'm not sure that camera has audio."

"When would you like to start our adventure, then?"

"Soon." He winks at me. "You'll see."

As we walk out of the elevator, I finally realize what Spencer is doing. He's creating suspense. To turn me on. To reveal his wild side when I least expect it. And I can't wait to find out what he has in mind.

I head for my desk.

Spencer kisses my cheek, then goes into his office with the door shut.

Maybe he's plotting our next sexual adventure. I'm sure he realizes that I meant our fun times together would be steamy. He's too smart not to have figured that out.

Half an hour later, a text message pings on my cell phone. When I read the message, my pulse accelerates.

Come into my office, Tabitha. Now. Lock the door behind you.

Chapter Eleven

Spencer

The door opens, and Tabitha sashays into the room with her hips swaying and her lips curled into the sort of smile that would make any man want to fall to his knees and kiss every inch of her body. She settles her lovely arse onto a chair, then crosses her legs in a deliberate attempt to get me randy. It's working, of course.

She twirls one foot in a circular motion. "You wanted me, Spencer?"

"Yes." I can't stop staring at her foot. Her shoes have open toes, and she painted them a pale shade of rose. I would love to suck on those toes, but not right now. So, I clear my throat and fold my arms on my desktop. "You know I want you, love. But there's something we should do before we get started on our adventures together."

"What's that, Spencer?"

Every time she speaks my name, she employs a sultrier tone. Combined with her red lipstick, it makes me randy as hell. "I want us to get to know each other better before we do those other things we talked about."

"You want to date me?"

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