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new movie about the astronauts at the space station. We could go see—”
    My desk phone beeped and Maggie’s voice came over the intercom. “Adam, you have a call from Mr. Macy.”
    I shot up out of my seat, wiping my mouth and throwing down my napkin. Emilia sat back, clearly disappointed. I turned back to her as I picked up the phone. “It’s my lawyer. I can’t blow him off.”
    “Hey, Joe,” I said into the phone. And spent the next half hour talking to him while Emilia sat on the desk in front of me, having cut my steak into the tiniest bites imaginable. She fed it to me in pieces every time I stopped talking. And while I did talk, she held the fork, poised, inches from my mouth as if getting ready to launch an assault.
    At first I was so focused on the phone call that I barely paid attention to what she was doing, just chewed whenever she slid a tiny bite in my mouth. But after a little while—and as Joe continued with his legalese—it became a game. It had been a long day and my brain was shutting off.
    I’d stop talking and I’d jerk my head to the side to avoid her attack. Or I’d duck my chin down. I actually had to keep from laughing toward the end when she almost speared the tip of my nose with the fork. Thank God for the amusement because the lawyer was droning on about depositions on-site. I finished my last bite of cold steak about a minute before I ended the call.
    I leaned back in my chair, noting how smug she looked. This was the first time all day I’d even felt like smiling, let alone laughing. “Brat,” I said.
    She wore business attire—a button-down white blouse, a short gray skirt that ended a few inches above her knee and dark nylons. Sexy as hell. I devoured her with my eyes, wishing I had the time to fool around with her. She must have read my mind when she laid her foot on top of my thigh, having long since kicked off her shoes. Her eyes gleamed.
    “Hmm. I get called a brat for force-feeding you steak? What do you call me if I do this ?” Her foot slid from my thigh to rub against my crotch. Her touch shot a bolt of pleasure straight through me. I clenched my jaw, responding immediately.
    I hissed out a long breath as I grew hard under her attention. Seizing her ankle, I pulled it away. “Oh, I’ve got lots of names for that. They’re all good.”
    She raised her brows at me. “You don’t want more?”
    I gave her a weary sigh. “It’s not about what I want. It’s about all the shit I’ve gotta get done tonight. Besides I thought you didn’t want to be that girl—”
    She smiled, sliding her other foot along my thigh on a similar path as the first one. “A girl can change her mind, can’t she? Especially when the boss is extremely hot in his tie-just-removed-collar-unbuttoned kind of way.”
    I gave her one last half-hearted protest.
    “Maggie’s still here…”
    She smiled. “Give me five minutes to convince you why fucking right now is a good idea.”
    I laughed at her echoing of my words that first night together in Yosemite. Her foot slid over my crotch again and I blew out a tight breath. God, it felt so good.
    I grabbed her other leg and tugged her toward me. She slid off the desk and straddled my lap, her skirt scooting up her thighs. “You only needed about one and a half,” I murmured before I landed a kiss on her succulent mouth.
    “Ninety seconds?” she said when I let her catch her breath. My mouth was already moving down her neck and toward the top button of her blouse. “I must be getting rusty.”
    I had her shirt unbuttoned, bra unfastened and her delicious, hard nipple in my mouth when the phone beeped again. Maggie. Goddamn it.
    I pulled my mouth away. “What?” I snapped.
    ***
    A pause. “Just letting you know I’m leaving for the evening. Need anything?” I might have laughed. Emilia had my earlobe in her warm mouth, scraping lightly with her teeth as she sucked. Hot lust shot straight down to my core. I was having all my needs seen