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“I thought you had meetings all day,” he returned to her.

“My schedule cleared,” she admitted. “Come here.”

“Yes, mistress,” he murmured as he walked to her. Standing in front of her, he wondered what she would do. She hadn’t locked the door.

She ran her hands down his chest. He wore a stark white shirt but no tie. His slacks fit him snugly but his hard cock pushed against the fabric. “This looks painful. Are you uncomfortable?”

“I was thinking of you,” he confessed.

“I assume from this,” she slid her hand down the length of him. “They were good thoughts.”

“Mmmmmmmmm,” he hummed his pleasure. “Yes. Definitely good thoughts.”

She slipped several buttons loose and opened his shirt. She pushed aside his shirt and pinched his nipple. He flinched but his eyes closed and his breath caught. She leaned forward and sucked in one taut nipple. “You seem pleased to see me.”

“I… hmmmm… uh… pleased, very pleased,” he murmured.

“Do you want to touch me,” she asked as she walked around him. Remembering his negative reaction last night, she kept ahand on his arm and slipped it down his back, the silk of his shirt between her hand and his skin.

“Yes, Annabel,” he muttered her name a little louder.

She completed her circle of him. “You have too many clothes on for my liking.”

“I’ll take off everything you want,” he agreed instantly.

“What if someone walked in?”

“There’s a lock, but I don’t care,” he groaned when she touched his belt.

“Do you have protection?”

“Yes. In my desk.”

“Are you having sex with your assistants?”

“No.”

“Ryan?”

“No. I picked up new at lunch. I know we went through several last night. I didn’t want to run out and miss an opportunity,” he admitted.

“Thoughtful of you,” she opened his belt and rubbed her hands along the edge of his pants. “Since you were thoughtful, you may kiss me.”

He lowered his mouth to brush against hers. She allowed him control for a few seconds but then she took over. She stepped into him and pressed her body against his. Her tongue slashed into his mouth. He moaned as she deepened the connection.

She held him when she heard footsteps. Her lips demanded his and kept his even as Ryan stepped into the room.

“Andrew…. hmmm,” he hummed his delight in seeing Annabel controlling Andrew. He grinned as Andrew struggled to only touch her face. From the previous night, he knew Annabel only allowed the first kiss to include them touching her face. No touching other parts until she specifically said they were allowed.

“Delicious,” Ryan said as he walked to the door behind him and locked it. Then he moved to the door to the foyer and locked it. “Are we playing some more here?”

Annabel eased back and allowed Andrew to move back. He stayed near her. She smiled and touched his face. “You’re doing much better. Ryan, his shirt is in the way and so is yours.”

“Let’s get rid of them,” Ryan unbuttoned his shirt as he walked to Andrew. He slid Andrew’s shirt off his shoulder as Annabel captured his mouth again. “Delightful.”

“Am I interrupting?” Annabel raised her head from kissing Andrew and glanced between the two of them.

“Paperwork,” Andrew growled.

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