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I drown myself in work all morning. I look up at the clock. It’s lunchtime already. Pushing to my feet, I head to the copy room to make a copy of the report I’m working on. It’s quiet in the office. I’ve noticed that everyone seems to disappear during the lunch hour.

The copy room is empty when I walk in. Placing the paper face down on the scanner, I hit the green button and watch as the document is fed through the machine. I know the minute he walks into the room. I can feel him. His familiar cinnamon scent surrounds me.

I pivot on my heel. I need to keep distance between us. I know we’re in the office and it’s unlikely that he’ll try anything here. I just don’t trust myself around him. Even now, as I rake my eyes up and down his body, I want to rush forward and slam my lips onto his. I want to undress him, run my hands over all those grooves and ridges that I know are hiding under that suit.

Alistair flicks the lock on the door before he turns around and stalks towards me. “You know, there are advantages to having you work here.”

“My great research skills?” I offer.

“That’s yet to be determined. I was talking about the fact that I can have you for lunch.”

“Ah, no, you cannot,” I protest, holding a palm out like that’s enough to stop him from reaching me.

It’s not. He steps up to me, puts his hands on my hips, and lifts me onto the table behind us. “Yes, I can. And I will,” he says, pushing my skirt up my thighs before spreading them.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I tell him.

“We most certainly should,” he says while dropping to his knees.

As much as I try to find more counterarguments, I’m drawing a blank. The feel of his lips on my inner thigh as he kisses his way up my leg is too good. My thighs open wider on their own. It’sas if my body is working against my mind here. As his lips travel higher and higher, I’m a lost cause. I’m aching for the pleasure I know that mouth of his can deliver.

His fingers hook into the edge of my panties. He pulls them aside, granting himself full access to my pussy. Vibrations run through me with the groan he lets out at the first swipe of his tongue.

My fingers tangle in his hair. “Oh god.” I hold his head in position, not that I think he’s about to move anytime soon.

His tongue laps at my folds in slow, languid strokes, mixing it up with a few twirls. I’m racing towards the promise land. Towards a climax of all climaxes. I can feel it building. I’m almost there. Alistair sucks on my clit at the same time he inserts two fingers inside my pussy.

“Fuck.” My thighs clench around his head as I come.

He withdraws his fingers, replacing them with his tongue and pushing it in and out of me until my body is completely relaxed. He tugs my panties back into place before standing and adjusting my skirt to cover my thighs.

“Thatis what you missed out on Saturday morning by not waking up in my bed. Next time, stay the whole night,” he says before slamming his lips down on mine.

I return his kiss, entangling my tongue with his, tasting myself on him. It’s oddly arousing, and I can feel myself getting worked up all over again. Alistair is the one to pull away first. His hand cups my cheek as his thumb gently strokes the skin there, while he stares deeply into my eyes.

“Fucking perfect,” he whispers before stepping back and walking towards the door.

“There won’t be a next time, Mr Warner,” I call out just as he reaches for the knob.

Turning around, he smirks at me. “There will always be a next time, Dani.”

Chapter Eight

It’s been a week of absolute bliss. That whole ‘never going to happen again’ thing Dani likes to spew out after every orgasm I give her holds no weight. As much as she might think she should stay away from me, I know she craves me just as much as I crave her.

Danielle Hutchinson is my latest fixation. I can’t go ten minutes without her popping into my head. No matter where Iam or what I’m meant to be doing, I can’t not think of her. Which is a problem, because every time I think of her, my fucking cock hardens. Ever had a boner almost 24/7?

It’s not as fun as it might seem.

I’ve managed to convince Dani to come to my place three out of the past four nights. There was one night her will to not give in so easily won out. I spent the whole night tossing and turning because I didn’t have her next to me.

I still wake up alone every fucking morning. She never stays. I need to figure out a way to change that. I just don’t want to push her too much, too quickly. It’s Friday and I plan to take Dani home and spend every waking minute inside her. I’ll handcuff her to my wrist if I have to, to make sure she’s still fucking there the next day.

My intercom buzzes and Terri’s voice flits through the speaker. “Mr Warner, your client is waiting in conference room three.”

“Thanks, Terri, can you call through to Dani? Make sure she’s sitting in on this one?” I ask her.

“She’s already there.”

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